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Текст песни Nas f Nashawn, Millennium Thug - Last Words

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[Nas]These are last words of a hanging slaveHow could I forget thisI rob you put you on my hit listUnder my nails are dirty look at the grimeMy burnt lips from the roach clipsHow can I shineBeing broker than a dope bitchPowerful mind we brave menI blow smoke and I`ma keep sayin[Nashawn]These are last words of a hanging slaveHow can I forget thisI rob you put you on my hit listUnder my nails is dirty look at the grimeMy burnt lips from the roach clipsHow can I shineBeing broke and bag a dope bitchPowerful minds we brave menI`ma blow smoke and keep sayinI wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zoneWanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bonesWanna be the heat you feel makin ya moanWanna be the hospital bed that you lay onWanna be the god you feel when you pray-onIt`s Nashawn the type that get the hyper-conI`m gonna kill something Rap cats be real frontinFuck shootin legsCock back put his brains on the paveNigga how bout thatClose range with the gadge get payedFirst rapper to shoot off stageTurn the front page the next day my life is like a bookA twenty four hour song without no hookMillennium Thug computer chips up in my slugTurn quarters when you turn quarters know who to plugThugs around me outside its grimmy outsideBetter slide before you get bodied outside(Chorus)[Nas] These are last words of a hanging slaveHow could I forget thisI rob you put you on my hit listUnder my nails are dirty look at the grimeMy burnt lips from the roach clipsHow can I shineBeing broke and bag a dope bitchPowerful mind we brave menI blow smoke and I`ma keep sayin[Nashawn]These are last words of a hanging slaveHow could I forget thisI rob you put you on my hit listUnder my nails is dirty look at the grimeMy burnt lips from the roach clipsHow can I shineBeing broke and bag a dope bitchPowerful minds we brave menI blow smoke and keep sayin[Nas]I`ma prison cell six by nineLivin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jailMy nickname the can, the slammer, the big houseI`m the place many fear cause there`s no way outI take the sun away put misery insteadWhen you wit me most folks consider you deadI saw too many inmates fallin apartCall for the guards to let them out at night when it`s darkConvicts think they alone but if they listen closeThey can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulseAll the pictures you put up is stuck to my skinI hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winterIf the court paroal ya then another con entersNo remorse for your tears I seen em too oftenWhen you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffinWatch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleepMake you dream that you free then make you wake up to meFace to face with a cage no matter your ageI can shatter you turn you into a savage in rageChange ya life that`s if you get a chance to get outCause only you and I know what sufferings aboutYo it`s stunning when bed sheets become your womanAnd I`m the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is commingMaybe one day I`ll open up my arms to release youYou`ll always be my property nigga stay legal(Chorus)

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