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Текст песни Styles of Beyond - Bleach

Styles of Beyond - Bleach слова песни

[Verse 1: Takbir]Yo, swing the sword for the classic yearBring the noise with your hands up, slash and tearWho can, fathom asthma, dash for airSpittin` on the baby bib in the plastic chairWhat`s up stupid?(Shoot this)1-5-1 in the shot glass(Hot flash)Bangin` on the drum, huhWe cause havoc down in Las VegasPaper trails racing Pelican Brief-casesWe outrageous, name the streets gave usYeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazersI let `em all fly, 10 in the clip, 1 in the chamberThumbs up! Another bangerUntuck the flamer, dumbfuckIt`s like gettin` with a dumptruckBrains and gutsMaim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuffGet you cracked up like cocaine, heat `em upOK, I`ll let a sucka`s fly onceFace down, found him in his Cap`n CrunchUh, malpractice - a bang-all jamI joust rappers and track in the radar scansFlip beats for the crew like fleets and platoonsReach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uhDon`t stop the sure-shot, the (???) anthemBlast the gold box, cock back the cannonWhat`s up partna, I got ya (what, what)Hope that (spoken gunshots) crack the piсataSlap, box, mouth of backwashTeeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?Set the pace like a mustang, mashin`Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cashDropped on a blood-stained mattressStop, you ain`t got access, watchI`mma change my asset, Ryu and TakYou little cunts in the game, you can suck my cumAnd lay flat on the ground, don`t make `em peepIf you want the stains out now, get the bleachGuess who`s got the rubber gloves and the bleach?Guess who`s rockin every club, that`s meGet so hot, you feel the buzz in the streetsKeeping it knockin`, Jay drop that beatGuess who got the group name on top?S.o.B. (Styles of Beyond) got the rap thing lockedWho want what, when, why, and what notWho got next up, Ryu and Tak[Verse 2: Ryu]Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a clickBloody brains on the sand was like Miracle WhipWhile the blood keeps gushin`, relish and pink mustard, huhI`mma slam till I tear it to bitsTill the bell for the recess rangOn the defense gameYou feeling (???) like P.F. ChangsHopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torchAnd burn crews for their views that would rock with forceSayin, don`t stop the sure-shot, the (???) anthemBlast the gold box, cock back the cannonWhat`s up y`all, we don`t stallCome one, come all till we drop the ball likeGuess who`s got the rubber gloves and the bleach?Guess who`s rockin every club, that`s meGet so hot, you feel the buzz in the streetsKeeping it knockin`, Jay drop that beatGuess who got the group name on top?S.o.B. (Styles of Beyond) got the rap thing lockedWho want what, when, why, and what notWho got next up, Ryu and Tak

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