Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: NineНазвание : Who U Won TestДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hardcore hip-hop metal swedish rap Видео:
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Who you won test, me have a champion style Verse One: Meet the mic controller, the Philly roller, the wicked one Sun rude bwoy come rhymes off top the head Said what I said and did what I did Never catch another bid, create rubbers and slid I`m out of there, ghost evaporate vanish Callate la voca if need be I`m Spanish No habla ingles, police ask questions I don`t know nuttin, ain`t nuttin happening, stop stressing I`m headed down the alleyway With the Smith on my hip, shank in my hand, who`s the man You won test, who me? I think you better back up and chill, G Don`t make me mad boy, don`t even try Eyah got skills, eyah smoke mad thai You steppin to a brother who been through it all My freestyle is wild you nah won test my yes y`all You think you got flavor to match? You can get a smack for that, black Chorus Verse Two: Nobody can do it You runnin out of gas Sun, leakin much fluid I`m hungry like Jack two inches away from a Big Mac then BUCK BUCK BUCK Take that witcha on the way down, so you don`t feel the ground when you hit, and your head splits, fuck all that bullshit It`s hectic, respect it, the dialect, I come original, the intellect, refuses to tongue twist So don`t tell me naythan Me have a champion style, hardcore with a taste of Jamaican You steppin to the wrong one the Nine is the seed of Jesus I get loose on ninety proof Fatter than a bubble goose, unpredictable you never know what I`m going to say after I say what I say when I say what I say when I play, next?!? There it is, who you won test Interlude: The deceased resented the fact, and told him off in no uncertain terms He still kept coming, he identified himself, and then drew his revolver Chorus Verse Three: Cream of the crop nonstop hip-hop Funky stuff rough enough to, break up the handcuffs Scuff a cream puff like an old pair of boots When the Nine millimeter shoots the gift I was born with Who`s that, with the booby trap, poisoning rap with the wack bullcrap, we can`t have that Shut him down, I`m underground and if my sound hits the airwaves of pop, it`ll still be hip-hop No samples from Barry Manilow Strictly Timbo, you know, the whole 40 below That`s how I`m rollin in the Nines Nine-Five, Nine-Six, Nine-Seven to get mines Outro: Yeah I`m sending this out to all you bigmouth knucklehead suckers that was talkin all that garbage I am the man, who you won test, punk? | Похожие исполнители:
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