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Текст песни Black Rob - B.R.

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Black rob, BRBlack rob, BRI am about to set the record straight (the world`s famous)Its 99 man time to let them know manVerse One: Yo aiyo yo yoIts kill or be killedMy skillz leavin them chilled on ice Like twice when I flash my steelThey can`t touchWon`t touch Never touchDriving around with the toastly whip, never bustPuffin dust like fiendsI mean I want green ya shiftyCop the big eight fifty with the gleamMy teamFull of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin bookTake a good fucking look at these bad guysStay madd fly, madd high In the ford expidie and I don`t expect to die On some humble shitI am on some rumble shitWhen it`s on you should see the shit I come through withIf you scared by dog release the four by fours I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his drawsOn the streets black good like allstate ya all fakeJust got paid but fuck it I want some more cakeYa faith, in my handNow ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums I make it where you can`t escape the parra bedlums I tell some, live ya life like Puff didI did enough biz ask any body I am rough kidChorus: Black Rob We AreBlack Rob uh-uhBlack Rob We AreBlack Rob uh-uhBlack Rob We AreBlack Rob uh-uhBlack Rob We AreBlack Rob Verse Two: G-DepYo, yoI put a finger in the air For the hearing impairedIf you`re hearin this fearThan your hearing it clearedMan I fuck with bod, got put on the jobDon`t question it to stars, I`ma put`em in sawStraight gateI suggest you vacateWhen I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight statesOh trait, off the Richter, drunkOff the liquorShot towards you misterOff course it hit you hardIt gets hard, I pick the cardAny card any problem I`ma hit your squadEyes on the shapar when I twisted godYou think you got it all togetherGet it ripped apartMan you can`t stand the heatStay up outta the streetNigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeepI subtract like madDon`t make me bladSo I want it all, fuck hadDon`t make me laughBy all meansGet this money its all greenIt`s all goodAnd I wished that ya`ll wouldMan fuck that, security told ya to tuck thatNow up that, now that you see where lux atI got the game by the ballsAnd I get all callsSo if u play to much I put the shit on pauseBlack Rob We AreBlack Rob uh-uhBlack Rob We AreBlack Rob uh-uhBlack Rob We AreBlack Rob uh-uhBlack Rob We AreBlack Rob BR BRBad Boy NiggaHarlem UnderworldAlumniThe one guyThe gun dieDay oneLife StoriesBlack 99Life StoriesI`m here 1999 baby it`s onI think I`m about to feel something hereWe here babyBad BoyBad Boy

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