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Артист: Ill BillНазвание : Economics `91Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap underground hip-hop death rap underground rap Видео:
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You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes Rust, I got to bust to my destination I woke up late time from other transportations Trains and busses – public adorations so better turn But where I`m going to is a place where it really burns And burns my brain, my job, my occupation Another motherfucking source of frustration 4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sour Minimum wages like I`m caged in the prison tower Tell you to take out another person flips They can`t cope so they create their own economics With an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacket Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket And get props, ranks, thanks, power position A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician So many times I`ve seen people play stupid for money And at the funeral it isn`t funny But nevertheless the world turns, it doesn`t burn Cause money make the world go round is what I always heard That`s when I got that sadly look on my face No matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last place So I just like to would pick myself up an automatic So I can end my fate check without a denim static Got nothing to lose except my head Yo I`m in it to win it and imma spray the town blood red Autroprenorial skills coming all fly And economically it doesn`t matter if somebody die It`s all about getting the dollars and jewel specs So give it up before I put your life in fast checks Yeah I got money coming out my ass Yeah I got money coming out my ass | Похожие исполнители:
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