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Текст песни Mathematics f Allah Real, Born Justice, - Hip Hop 101

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[Prodigal Sunn]Yo.. yeah that`s the shitYo `Preme roll it up sonThis smells good, huh? huh?Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huhThe bitches in the party, 21 and upFrom the streets, sophisticated, Cozmo in the cupSee you niggaz mug shot, grilling wideCause your bitch got the husk of a thugThat`s a billing plus a villainI`m about million, keep playing around like childrenYour mother, father, brother, sister never know who killed themSay my name in your jurisdictionY`all niggaz non-fictionWhat y`all niggaz know about friction?Man listen, when I got a pot to piss inHot chicken with some rice and beansI rock the ice and gleamCutie booty with the Gucci jeansShe heard of my team, fire like gasolineBout to get y`all niggaz jumping like some trampolineHow she want that?Anaconda up in her stomachShe felt me comin `round the corner when I comeAs I move to the bass and drum I fear none[M-Speed]Ayyo I love this game for realFor hip hop - chillLie, cheat and stealRap pays the billsWho`s tired of hearing wack shit?Make me wanna clap shitWe all is some rap kidGot this in the bag kidThe flow is ridiculousIn other words sick with thisHow you gon` get with this?Hot track, flip with thisMurder words and heardThis, that and the thirdShit flows out niggaThis is one turf "Hip hop set out the dark" (x2) "Niggaz do.." (x2)[Born Justice]Up in the club with a drink in my handSome bitch done got slapped, screaming "That`s my man!"Damn, that`s the type of shit I can`t standWhat a girl do to be ya number one fanBrothers put away your gunsFuck that - we fumble shit and came to have funAll up in the mix trying to bag my bitchMad cause you can`t rock the mic like this[ShaCronz]I`m from a class of the greatHere comes a bastard caseUnder pressure these dudes crack like plastic claysI stay roasted, smoke hash, laugh and sprayWhen it comes to ass I`m like drop dudes, don`t have to waitMy glass hit let the heat goWhenever we need thoseFlow tighter than SpeedosNever let my grief showSpray shots, stay wop, my niggaz hate copsCatch me at the haze spotWe`re about eight blocksAnd a few chicks watch the God do thisNuisance to the mic, I might lose thisMind outta control but control the nineFor these chicks my love grow with time[Allah Real]Years of playing out in the rainYour momma does the doesShe says that we were badI thought I`d never going onShe wild, so now she`s onFor girl you look so sadI met Doo Wop when you feel in loveTouchin me, I told you not to grind while you clutchin meDo you remember the love?Do you remember the love?You left me cold out to diiieeeNow I`m loveless, all by myself "Hip-hop.. hip-hop.. hip-hop set out in the park" "Niggaz do.."

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