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Текст песни Channel Live - Wild Out 2K

Channel Live - Wild Out 2K слова песни

[Verse 1:]We be the live onesYou dont wanna try son Cause the rhyme comeLike a nine gunYou can die youngHide lungsTil the seventh sign comeShine son like a diamondI`m harder than one by oneFlew flicker, Crew lickerShoot quicker, Loot gettaYou cant handle this cause im the truth niggaThe haze puffa, Stage crusher once the wave crush ya??? while im fuckin ya baby mothaThe back of my right mind terror lines Devil stays higher than the crime rates At Five BurrousYou spit yo best shit I spit mines an get arrestedMurder one rhymes killin shit write yo death wishWell its the herb wanter shotgunner Hot like summer Parked like a HummerOff the hook like no otherScale triple stage went from Marcy figga nigga Bigger than most but still look at where stick upDutch smoker, Blunt smoker flippin like a brokerDope when I pull it quick to draw like pokerHoe getter go getter like my dro wetterTrunk full of kill we could all smoke togetherChorus 2x:If you got a hundred dolla bill throw ya hands upIf you aint afraid to peel throw ya guns upAll my niggas smokin to kill throw ya blunts up Roll em up, Throw em up Roll em up, Throw em up[Verse 2:]Hey yo we build to destruct with the raw un-cut shitUs spit rhymes tight like hancuffs getNiggas say they on some I dont give a fuck shitBust chicks, Bust clips Like they cant get touched withWell its the party rocka, poon rocka not Silkk Shocker Put Master the P in an airport lockaWife, Daughter macka, Behind that ass slappaWe open up the show like niggas typical rosterNiggas cant see us cause they station aint adjusted Destined to be burried in gold like King Tut didNiggas rhymes is ass cause they full of enough shitNeed to bow down an pray while the god touch thisHey yo fuck lyric for lyric lets go show for show Give us 45 minutes Channel Live takes all ya doe We got the live show strap sacks of hydro Never bring sand to the beach hide ya hoe[Chorus 2x][Verse 3:]Dont let the god blast Here with the math illegal broadcastSpit something way outta line an make ya car crashRhymes comin fast like the first time I saw assMake a nigga jaw clashTryin to steal my raw ashNow its the legal broadcastLightin it down like calm cashWith the Henny and Bomb HashHot flash, When she let me palm assImma long ass let me hit that ass sprung fastHey yo we settin niggas up like when the 3 strikes law passedWrite deep scrpits and prophicies like a the law has We bringin fire like the cops guns draw fastDope rhymes I stop guns like Utah hasWell its all about the ass, cash and last clashMy niggas got flags on poles half madFor Loumia, Diallo, Rodney King, to my nigga RalloIf they follow, Hit they ass up like tips hollowed[Chorus 2x]

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