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Текст песни La the Darkman - 4 Souls

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Intro:This is how we goin doWe goin do this rightWord, word is bondKnow what Im sayinThis is la wid the trackKnow what Im sayinYou know how we doWord up, yoLet dark pass no stunting>from the realBetter get your 4 pound godLets proceedYo, what yo, yoVerse 1: laI run up on rap like boo smith on a hatchbackPut my patch down cause a head crackIm trapped, in a hole filled with guns and drugsThree-headers, nothing better 5% and thugsStyle tight like o.j. glovesNiggas state to state take a bugcause I burn rich niggaz who will hide slugsIts the coke that got me caught,In this dead train of thoughtWe stepped the coroner theft law from the bronx new yorkHolding a pitchfork for creamEyes on high beam, 13Cooking up coke, selling as dope fiendsNow realise my anger as I craft my chamberWith no parental vision made a fucking head-bangerWhos in change a, you dis this judge you get finishedDisrespect darkman you get slapped with a guinessKid spin it, baby mcs Im just choking emMy shit hits the town like 300 pounds of opiumWhat, turbulence which is your first defenceScripts stay scrapped to kill an action-packed defenceCocoa plants, I payed the cost in a loftNow lyrically candy topping niggas and buttered softAs the holocaustVerse 2: shottiPrepare for the killin shieldSight you lose to nightmaresStan man and my desert ? ? ? Then I slip to the us, and then,The battle thought you had me screw-finched hologrammedYou can stick it to deathTalk means you scotEinstein dangerous mind2 heads and 4 eyesThis man x,Im known when Im off my shiftScarf on my waist pull then Ill scorch your faceIm like a copy-cat killerBorn for strangling niggasThen pull figuresReceive and rob the spot like dillingerSettle cap like ? ? ? Im saber-toothed coming at youForfeit the minds cant win wit no .22Get nuke and henny rock 80 proofIn the hood, never sipping while Im drinking my jewelDance to my ritual, lower you into my seanceBitch wearing avonMissing me ? on the rap song? Ill buck, you frontin wit out that gk bubbly stuffGang games for schools thats why your whole shit gets laced upWith the mic as my staffI inscribe my witchcraft with full blastBuddah cut, shot these screw catsVerse 3: laWhen Im liftedRip shit up kid quick Im bustedOn any demon puffing hizo cant be trustedLustic lyrical blunts be like mudDarkman the king, lampin on my throne of bloodLynch men, verbal henchmen, kickin your door inBlastin, rip, flippin your shit, rippin your organsTriple darkness, lies trap a constant rip jugglerSnake eyes dedicated undercover smugglerAs I cut youI slice your brain right without the micVivid literature pictures shine like four nine lightsTime in space, grab your head-bands, suffocateCall me chester so I had to letThem rappers I wake on fuck em breakI hold crack like your assLick shots from the techs then jet through the wet grassBubble worth like a bass,Darkman instancy, sniff canibus livingPart in the caribbean seaThrough your history the dark scenes will make you ears beamTalking bout hitting rap then sit back and hit your weedLa can walk through walls stand straight up in fireLook at your eyes look at my eyes pussyAnd tell me whos higherDarkman empire guard you now like a gunLoading wid nine rich niggas and Im bound to be the tenth oneVerse 4: shottiRead my jungleGot the far eye see shot predatorDetonator blowin up city blocksWid a large wattsAbout six clocksThats high potent killers on each cornerWid guns ready for smokingSix sense indian head hanchoYo my peso got royals that screw castroOperation statement my technique will be an experimentFor my alliance I catch skins of ten lionsWhat you trying tasting this sawed off ironAdjustable punk fashion came out your whole batchMy plan to wrap this town like saranAll I need is guns and a few good menShotti, stay like scarface wid a key to shoot somebodyCome get me, my fingers dipsy,Whos coming whippy, Im a yippyFirst enemy whos stealin filthySize em up break em down Im guiltyMy sons is wit meShot like 150 watts and fistful like kung-fu plotsWid my sing-sing shotYou form something that cant be stoppedGot a glock the fuck up your snot box wid a shotWhat!Outro:Sing-singKnaw what I meanLa the darkmanShot these fool faced keep your boots lacedMany many fakes and gun rulesM-a-d, wealthyKilla bees

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