Текст (слова) песни: Wu-Tang Clan - Let My Niggas Live

[Intro Skit]
Someday I`m gonna be walkin down the streets,
mindin my own business.. and BAM!!
I`m gon` be shot by some pig who`s gonna SWEAR
that it was a mistake.
I accept that as a part of my destiny!

{*Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha*}

[Raekwon the Chef]
Whattup kid? That`s right..
Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Aiyyo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that`s God-body, challenge anything, make major moves
Let my niggas live
We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules
Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids

[Raekwon the Chef]
Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y`all niggas is weak
Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak
Kids that`s rich that`ll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That`s that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens that write light, leave blends
Hit with the JF Kennedy shot
Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got
Bolt off, but got clocked
Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up
Design your alphabet, reps get graded
We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm`s length
Home of Allah`s ten big rooms
So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves
Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds
Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that`s right y`all
Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head

[Chorus]

[Nas]
I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y`all try me
I`m God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie
Police`ll try to break us, but the streets raised us
It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
There`s no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin
Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit
Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
It drove lots of men to die with no name
I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous
Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus
I`m the animal that Hugh Heffner created
The only nigga Sadй dated, the most hated, Nas nigga

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck]
Roughneck reppin the set, bang `em twice in the neck
C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec
Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs
You`re no threat, gun talk, the language of the project
Checkin shorty with the +Black Tail+ stance, leapord pants
Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance
Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major
Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor
Semi-autos roar in the building hall
Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall
Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine
In the daytime, the Jakes`ll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors

[Chorus]

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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: Wu-Tang Clan - Let My Niggas Live [Intro Skit] Someday I`m gonna be walkin down the streets, mindin my own business.. and BAM!! I`m gon` be shot by some pig who`s gonna SWEAR that it was a mistake. I accept that as a part of my destiny! {Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha} [Raekwon the Chef] Whattup kid? That`s right.. Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo.. [Chorus: Raekwon] Aiyyo let my niggas live We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo Let my niggas live We real niggas that`s God-body, challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live Handle your bid and kill no kids [Raekwon the Chef] Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y`all niggas is weak Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak Kids that`s rich that`ll, run in your bitch and by the third week Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak That`s that fire move like Schwinns yo Invisible pens that write light, leave blends Hit with the JF Kennedy shot Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got Bolt off, but got clocked Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up Design your alphabet, reps get graded We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm`s length Home of Allah`s ten big rooms So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that`s right y`all Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head [Chorus] [Nas] I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?" Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y`all try me I`m God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie Police`ll try to break us, but the streets raised us It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile There`s no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine It drove lots of men to die with no name I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus I`m the animal that Hugh Heffner created The only nigga Sadй dated, the most hated, Nas nigga [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] Roughneck reppin the set, bang `em twice in the neck C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs You`re no threat, gun talk, the language of the project Checkin shorty with the +Black Tail+ stance, leapord pants Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor Semi-autos roar in the building hall Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine In the daytime, the Jakes`ll hit ya forty-one times So I live by the sword and obey hood laws Make my team click like high heels on wood floors [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Let My Niggas Live: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/122/1/1822.html Все тексты песен: Wu-Tang Clan » Wu-Tang Clan - The Projects » Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck/Method Man 12" » Wu-Tang Clan - Iron Flag (Import) » Wu-Tang Clan - Hollow Bones » Wu-Tang Clan - Redbull » Wu-Tang Clan - Dog Shit » Wu-Tang Clan - Let My Niggas Live » Wu-Tang Clan - Iron Flag » Wu-Tang Clan - Execute Them » Wu-Tang Clan - One Blood Under W » Wu-Tang Clan - The Monument » Wu-Tang Clan - Chamber Music » Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. » Wu-Tang Clan - Punishment » Wu-Tang Clan - The Legacy » Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Home Grown Version) » Wu-Tang Clan - A Better Tomorrow » Wu-Tang Clan - Conditioner » Wu-Tang Clan - Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours » Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Iron Flag Рекомендуем скачать: » Peter Gabriel - Moribund Burgermeister » Patti Smith - Stride Of The Mind » Patsy Cline - How Can I Face Tomorow » Pavement - Fame Throwa » Peter Gabriel - We Do What We`re Told » Patricia Kaas - Elle Voulait Jouer Cabaret » Paula Cole - Pearl » Project Pat f Frayser Boy - Mouth Write a Check » Pale Saints - Featherframe » Pam Tillis - It`s Lonely Out There » Paper Chase, The - Don`t You Wish You Had Somemore? » pink noise - from the sky \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Pavement - in the mouth of a desert \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Paul McCartney - Get It » Peter Cetera - Next Time I Fall » Pharoahe Monch - Soundbombing 2 » Peter Cetera - On The Line » phunk junkeez - chuck \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Pale Divine - The Fog » Poor Righteous Teachers - Ghetto We Love
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