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Артист: InfiniteНазвание : One Day (Radio Mix)Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap japanese chillout hip-hop drum and bass Видео:
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Yo, who stepped off rage Broke cracked bottle tops, spilled this forever Whites, no trace, leather jacket zipped up to his face He dipped behind the wall, Shalenka couldn`t aim to touch it These cats have started something that they couldn`t finish Now they flee the country Yo, shot guy, God please forgive this life we`re living Takin` mans for diems, aiyo, hands on your head where I can see `em The chron`s shone, spit out the combine I`m tryin` to make my exit real quick We leave no form of evidence [Chorus] Bakin` slugs out the dark Wild shoot-outs through the park These jail houses overcrowdin` All my thugs remain calm Money turnin`, trees is burnin` But one day, it`ll be gone (now one day) I`m your suspect Yo, heavy chrons with small engravments Digits wit` small letters that name it Man created, but always to blame it I`m far rusted, pushin` your glusted, you busted and pussy Open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy You`re pyro, I got one eye lookin` straight down the barrell Don`t mistake me for shhhh, I`ll eat your food and real quick Burn up the gear I dressed in Meanwhile the motive got them itchin` questions and guesses What would you ask God if you had one question? Aiyo, deal wit` your family in your life Don`t try to flop mine, they puttin` over dates and trials Little snitches turn into coffins and push six A man could be my worst enemy, I`ll take this >From pyramids, beer caps to dollar bills with faces Got me chasin` bloody papers Scatterd `cross the floor like forty acres So tired that, better yet, picture this from beer caps To dollar bills, black clips, lyrical high tips [Chorus] Yo, half a dutch inside a candle seed Liquor bottles in cemetarys `Nuff built up inside my body, but the Lord is my salvation Still have to make a move, cause just put off Broken fingers on metal tables, hands off, I`ll pull off Black caddies and starlen windows that`s bulletproof All you could see is fog off the door And richotched to the floor thirty-four fours, align your back, all straight to your jaw`s jaws All pause, lookin` through the barrell, it`s all yours [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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