Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: CappadonnaНазвание : Broken GlassДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop wu-tang rap east coast rap new york Видео:
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Shake `em... post up.. (move... yeah) Hold that nigga.. [Cappadonna] It`s like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison Ruckus in the Square, it`s me who brought the noise in The vocab killa, usin` my words like matches Settin` fire to the jam like Backdraft & Hellfire Latches, start to unlock when I rock You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the block You can`t stop, bouncin` and movin` Cuz I walk these dogs like I`m righteous Buildin` in the cypher with twelve Gods People from all over flood the street like cars To hear the drama, who`s that spectucular rhymer? It`s me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E Cappadon` brings the shit from cross the sea With the laid back style that pump inside the Porsche If this was the Olympics, I be holdin` the torch With the phat golden `dallion hangin` down from my neck We the slang prostitution get the dookie respect [Interlude: Cappadonna] Yeah, talkin` bout, get that money up Birth of Don`... what up Rae? What up Ghost? Look at this.. [Cappadonna] I`m a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat metamorphis Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I cost this More hits, no water hits, unrecord this I swing a sword quick, original Don` for hire I attack microphones and set `em on fire Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire Pass the wire, it`s the twelve o`clock rock That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla Straight Killa Hilla, ol` school joints and Miller Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the dumb-dumbs Come on my team pick corns and we rump-a-pump-pump Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my niggas No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now) Watch everything and search those bitches [Outro: Cappadonna] See you, word up We don`t get no prop-love Rump-a-pump-pump-pump Come on, can I say it? Pass the tape, get the fuck up What, what, Homicide, S.I What, baby? The hustle... come on Surrender! Move, haha, grab `em, what`s really good? You fuckin` faggots! I tried to tell ya niggas, we won`t be opressed no more.. We ain`t takin` it, nigga, this shit is real! This album right here is called "The Struggle" Don`t forget! It`s my fuckin` word.. 2003, slash, Code:Red, nigga! *three gun shots* | Похожие исполнители:
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