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Текст песни Mathematics f Poppa Don - Real Talk

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[Intro: Poppa Don]Ok, I`m sayin` manThey sayin`, Pop, man, theyThey sayin` that you singin` too much, manThey sayin` man, that, you knowThey don`t think you got the rapping skill no moreMan, you can`t hold it down on the streetsMan, you too much, focused on the ladiesNah, God, I`ve been rappin`, I just took a little break, manYou know, everybody`s rappin` now, knowhatimsayin`I`m mean, damn, huh?[Poppa Don]You got a lotta rappers, but how many rappers is illHow many rappers you know in platinum and touched the millHow many rappers you know that`s nice, without a dealHow many rappers pumpin` the things, that I can`t feelHow many rappers up in that Source, with 5 micsHow many rappers you know that`s rhymin`, sound a likeHow many rappes is kickin` rhymes, they didn`t writeTalkin` that thug shit, and really can`t fightHow many rappers that wanna step to me, and get ate upMany rappers I done battled, made `em all shut upOoh, I`m not the best, I`m one of the bestGet it off your chest, don`t hold your breatheI`mma be that nigga, to show niggaz in hip hopWho`s hot and whose not, and one of the best is PacOoh, I`m not the best, I`m on the best[Interlude: Poppa Don]And they sayin` that... you ain`t ill, niggaI can`t see that, what you did to me, manThat shit got me fucked up, knowhatimsayin?I`m like, shit, this nigga`s the hottest nigga in the game, right nowI`m the man[Poppa Don]You got a lot rappers, then you get out the game quickTalkin` that same shit, that lame shit, likeWe give a fuck about your chains, and your whipsAnd your rollie, and how icey your shit isNigga, talk about that, pain that it really isThat`s for my niggaz locked up, my thugs on the blockWith the glocks up, wanna hearThat shit you talkin`, was played out last yearYou fuckin` clown, cuz of youNigga that don`t even rhyme, wanna rhyme nowGet in the game and twist it aroundSee what you did, I should kill you on th strength of Pac and BigCuz them niggaz loved and lived and died for this shitHear you come, playin` with this, talkin` how you been richYou was never poor, never been through a struggleBut never seen no bars, quit screamin` you`re hardcoreOr star like bar, somebody gon` fuck around and call your bluffAllow the gat, and me like "nigga what"[Outro: Poppa Don]You gon` be like... yo yo, hold up manAll I`m sayin` is, I was just gettin` jiggedSpittin` out blood, knowhatimeanMan talkin` about, this nigga don`t spitWhat the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuckHe speakin` a different fuckin` language?These niggaz is not listenin` man, pay attentionWhat the fuck, and ooh, and ohhOh shout out to my nigga 50For hollerin` at your boy, yeahThat oooh... haha, yeah, real talk, nigga

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