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Текст песни T-Bone - Street Preacha

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[T-Bone]My lyrics phat like Don Cartagena, you never seen aLatino Rapper pick up the mic and eat MC`s like gelatineFrom the Bay area down to ArgentinaI be slangin the gospel in crack houses like it was cocinaMira mija, la firme linya de rao familiaNo son Gallinas, killin them demons is a misdemeanahSo we ain`t scared of y`all, we lived above the lawNow we got pimps, addicts, thugsAnd these hustlas at the altar callPrayin, sayin thing like forgive me for my evil ways thenGet off their knees and be delievered from 12 years of blazinPraisin tha Name of Christ, ain`t scared to give my life awayFor the one who died on the cross and savedMe when my life was triff, now its alrightGod wrote these lyrics, peep the copyrightBuildin an army in a world that dark, so we can bring the lightRaisin veteranos Cristianos that we call hermanosDeadly like rattle snakes but worse when mics are in our manosIn my cara, no dicen nada, puro AmenasadasWack envyous rappers wanna bite like a thousand paranhasI bring tha heat like a thousand saunaFilled wit Cubana mammas from HavanaOye como va, when I rock like Santana[Chorus]One of the last street preachas left, poet assasin [what]Scarface in the flesh, straight ou the westWhere they ride on their enemiesStriptease, pour out liqour for tha diseasedAnd jack for car keys[2x][T-Bone]I stay humble and meakGet on my knees and wash my brethern`s feetYou quick to speak and judge, I quick to turn the other cheekForgive my foes, 479 times and add 11Just to equal 70 times 7, Rap ReverendPreachin, sermons to those thugs livinKillin, sinnin, feelin that they can be forgivenGhetto prison is where they livin, so I make incisionsCut to the heart, then operate tell em tha sons ArizonIf you ain gettin what I be spittinGet me grab my weaponsSawed off K.J.V. wit 66 bullets made for hittinStraight to the heart, we wrestle not against flesh and bloodSaved thugs, blastin thugs wit God`s lovePump pump you get stucked when I dumpSawed off, the old man get`s hualed offAnd thats the way its comin out the west sideYo I`m preachin Jesus Christ crucified[Chorus][T-Bone]What up mamma, its that Rap PapaDon Dadda, the one who used to smoke gramaFrom Nicaragua, sip champana, hollerin ay carambaNow Ima redeemed hoodlum tellin em Cristo te amaIma bring the drama like Tony MontanaCuz when demons step to meThey get cut worse then shrimp at BenniHannasBack in the days hittin weed, smokin roachesBut we ain`t no playas, tellin why, we some coachesI get ferocious then I bury all you cockroachesGet bent of the Holy Ghost and take it by the dosesA super-california-lyricist-p-alidociousBibles in my holsters, seen me on the postersDevil outlined in chalk, I walk the walk and talk the talkJehovah knows thisBeing a Christians on a day 2 day forget the half wayCant holler praise the LORD, then smoke and sip the alizayOr tangaree or you`ll get blown up like a hand gernadeI ain`t afraid, I slit the devil`s throat wit my switch blade[Chorus]

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