Хотите запечатлеть незабываемые моменты? Доверьте свои фотографии профессионалу! Услуги талантливого фотографа - гарантия качественных снимков и восхитительных портретов.
Артист: FiendНазвание : The Rock ShowДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : melodic death metal black metal russian industrial hardcore hardcore Видео:
|
||
36 ounces of thousand in grams I ain`t never had shit, now I plot to piss or a stick Ain`t nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick Who wanna hunger young rick Thinking I can`t get, out the situation I`m `bout to make these bitches sick Since a little nigga, started to vision nigga Now when dophines` surely come, I know how much to give her Single bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhomps Catch me in the set and I`ma have what`cha want want Playing it raw, I ain`t out here for my health And tell the Temp service, ain`t blood myself Enjoyed myself, blocks away from the melt And proving thy self from cream that don`t melt Chorus: (Nigga why) Before real nigga`s kiss up to the man (whomp) 36 ounces of thousand in grams If it ain`t legal and from Uncle Sam 36 ounces of thousand in grams How I get them cars, houses, and land 36 ounces of thousand in grams You ain`t seeing shit till money in hand 36 ounces of thousand in grams Verse two: My brother and cousin got a plan Look, that dope ain`t got touch my hands But yet this bad and I`m the one with the life sands A ten millimeter for protection For any jacker or badge that run up in my section, and ah I cost to cigars from being broke And this ain`t lemonheads or no bar of soap, and ah To old for McDonalds, that killed hope And all the hustla`s around my way got cars with no notes, so ah Penetentries chance`s here I come That nigga move to fast I`ma pop his ass one (pop) Drop his ass one (pop) Bringing home the brick What `ya know when the Fiend got his own started up git Chorus | Похожие исполнители:
|
Опубликовать в блоге/дневнике/жж (html-код)
Опубликовать на форуме (bb-код)
Прямая ссылка на эту страницу