Текст (слова) песни: Terror Squad - Feelin This

Its on now

Feel threatened by this

T-squad

T.s.

Takin shit

[ verse 1: armageaddon ]

We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this

Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? sets style? is still legit

Aint nothin changed

You can tell Im comin, cause the weather strange

Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatevers in his range

Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends

Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited]

Will go and ride with me

Through the levels of hell in this atrocity

Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me

He said his name was michael and introduced me to evil acts like

Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back

Nobody move, nobody get burst open

Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin-

Ass become the first smokin

Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence

My squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it

Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out your [asshole]

And all for gettin cash with the blow I got from castro

[ chorus ]

You gotta ask yourself how ill is this

Only my thug niggas feelin this

All in the clubs they be killin this

You love the way we rip a track

Where all my terrorist niggas at?

Show me some love, give me love

You gotta ask yourself how ill is this

Only my thug niggas feelin this

All in the clubs they be killin this

You love the way we rip a track

We take a little love, then give it back

We terror squad, terror squad

[ verse 2: prospect ]

I master this, when I throw shots Im slappin wrists

Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I aint immaculate

You packin it? better be bustin, Im steadily rushin

Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted

You pussed it, but it aint the cops

Turn your back, and like you saw death

Lost breath, I left you in shock

You was amazed how the glock raised from the waist

Got blazed in your face, was about to drop mace in the place

Chill like I did enough, cause real niggas hit em up

Well leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it up

This aint a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroom

And spark boom, step in my path, I leave a heart wound

We pullin out without bustin, no, make no sense

Its like ds lockin you up and dont take no prints

Tell your man in the black van I like it when my canon react

In one second that shitll blow your family back

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3: big pun ]

I thought I told you I only rap for the cheddar

Keep the mac under the sweater, ready to clap any nigga

Whether on stage or in the gutter

I put you frontpage on the cover

When I pump the gauge through your blubber

You muthafuckas better get protection

I got a smith & wesson

Strong enough to launch you up with _the jetsons_

Spacely sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate

? ? ? and disgrace your ? ? ?

I lace the bastard, dr. evil let it rumble

Get sent up fuck it ? ? ? bubble

Lookin for trouble youve come to the right place

Puns out the ice age

A caveman raised by a clan of white apes

An urban legend, in gods eye the perfect seven

The first to get in the devils ass with a verse from heaven

Reverse the emblem, he aint ready for the logo

Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his bobo

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Terror Squad - Feelin This Its on now Feel threatened by this T-squad T.s. Takin shit [ verse 1: armageaddon ] We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? sets style? is still legit Aint nothin changed You can tell Im comin, cause the weather strange Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatevers in his range Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even [edited] Will go and ride with me Through the levels of hell in this atrocity Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me He said his name was michael and introduced me to evil acts like Robbin parties and pumpin the shotie to keep em back Nobody move, nobody get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become the first smokin Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out your [asshole] And all for gettin cash with the blow I got from castro [ chorus ] You gotta ask yourself how ill is this Only my thug niggas feelin this All in the clubs they be killin this You love the way we rip a track Where all my terrorist niggas at? Show me some love, give me love You gotta ask yourself how ill is this Only my thug niggas feelin this All in the clubs they be killin this You love the way we rip a track We take a little love, then give it back We terror squad, terror squad [ verse 2: prospect ] I master this, when I throw shots Im slappin wrists Not inaccurate, niggas be actin if I aint immaculate You packin it? better be bustin, Im steadily rushin Up in your crib with a wig and my metal heavenly trusted You pussed it, but it aint the cops Turn your back, and like you saw death Lost breath, I left you in shock You was amazed how the glock raised from the waist Got blazed in your face, was about to drop mace in the place Chill like I did enough, cause real niggas hit em up Well leave it at that for the paramedics to pick it up This aint a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroom And spark boom, step in my path, I leave a heart wound We pullin out without bustin, no, make no sense Its like ds lockin you up and dont take no prints Tell your man in the black van I like it when my canon react In one second that shitll blow your family back [ chorus ] [ verse 3: big pun ] I thought I told you I only rap for the cheddar Keep the mac under the sweater, ready to clap any nigga Whether on stage or in the gutter I put you frontpage on the cover When I pump the gauge through your blubber You muthafuckas better get protection I got a smith & wesson Strong enough to launch you up with _the jetsons_ Spacely sprockets wanna face the prophet, taste the chocolate ? ? ? and disgrace your ? ? ? I lace the bastard, dr. evil let it rumble Get sent up fuck it ? ? ? bubble Lookin for trouble youve come to the right place Puns out the ice age A caveman raised by a clan of white apes An urban legend, in gods eye the perfect seven The first to get in the devils ass with a verse from heaven Reverse the emblem, he aint ready for the logo Now he cursin and yellin like a baby for his bobo Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Feelin This: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/14871.html Все тексты песен: Terror Squad » Terror Squad - Payin` Dues » Terror Squad - Lean Back (Hispanic Remix) » Terror Squad - Gimme Dat » Terror Squad - Whatcha Gon` Do? » Terror Squad - `99 Live » Terror Squad - Pass the Glock » Terror Squad - Triple Threat » Terror Squad - Rudeboy Salute » Terror Squad - As The World Turns » Terror Squad - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah » Terror Squad - Lean Back » Terror Squad - My Kinda Girls » Terror Squad - Pass Away » Terror Squad - Feelin` This » Terror Squad - Payin Dues » Terror Squad - Thunder in the Air » Terror Squad - In For Life » Terror Squad - Terror Era » Terror Squad - Tell Me What U Think » Terror Squad - Terror Squad Рекомендуем скачать: » Диана Гурцкая - Ты здесь » Дмитрий Маликов - На полночных бульварах » Дмитрий Дугинов - Распахни мою дверь, разведи пустоту руками... » Дмитрий Вагин - Пилигрим » Дмитрий Шульпов - С. Наумову » Дмитрий Бикчентаев - Прощальная » Дмитрий Шульпов - Ах, не держите на меня зла, господа... » Дмитрий Кожинов - Очи черные... » Дмитрий Бочеко - Кто-то ждет » Дмитрий Воронков - Паровоз » Дмитрий Кимельфельд, Валерий Сергеев - КрасавЕц » Денис Рыжов - Песня тренера. (из цикла О футболе) » Дима Билан - Ты была всегда такой » ДДТ, Юрий Шевчук - История » Добры молодцы - Люди встречаются » Дмитрий Бочеко - Ни о чем меня не спрашивай... » Дмитрий Кожинов - Моя жена (рок-н-ролл) » Дмитрий Дугинов - Белая ночь » Дмитрий Гагуа - Summa autumni » Дубовый Гаайъ - Мой Мир
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