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Artist | AZ |
Album | Doe or Die |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : AZ |
[00:00.917] | No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia |
[00:05.041] | Peru, uncut baby, what? |
[00:09.817] | Life is a struggle |
[00:10.676] | That's why *************s I know stay on the juggle |
[00:12.663] | Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you |
[00:15.073] | Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin' |
[00:17.711] | It seems sickenin', but what? |
[00:19.146] | Whatever makes the pockets thickin' |
[00:20.638] | ************* police and no remorse for the beasts |
[00:22.588] | That's lost on the streets, |
[00:23.469] | that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece |
[00:25.474] | I'm lost chief, runnin' through strips, |
[00:27.039] | thinkin' of top dealers, fillin' TEC clips, |
[00:28.972] | wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas |
[00:30.893] | Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso |
[00:33.152] | Skitzo, clepto, killin' *************t up throughout the metro |
[00:35.651] | My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents |
[00:38.156] | Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference |
[00:40.816] | And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation |
[00:43.334] | So what you're facin', is realism that's in activation |
[00:46.152] | Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand |
[00:48.454] | Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams |
[00:50.731] | It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans |
[00:53.512] | Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands |
[00:56.743] | What? For my hype *************s (Uncut) |
[00:58.649] | Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s |
[01:01.042] | This is as, pure as opium |
[01:02.515] | Purified for street players to open em |
[01:04.430] | Space, like three els laced with coke in em |
[01:06.424] | Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em |
[01:09.022] | Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em |
[01:11.484] | However though, fake ass *************s'll never know |
[01:13.837] | Cuz my method's perfected |
[01:14.840] | I'm movin' sceptic and never show |
[01:16.694] | I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low |
[01:19.015] | While I'm sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe |
[01:21.560] | A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica |
[01:24.246] | Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper |
[01:27.132] | So exhale, cuz if I don't live to tell |
[01:29.185] | Then ************* it, farewell |
[01:30.153] | I'll see the rest of y'all *************s in hell |
[01:32.551] | What? For my hype *************s (Uncut) |
[01:34.384] | Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s |
[01:36.810] | So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and ************* sellers |
[01:39.424] | What the ************* cats can't tell us, |
[01:40.753] | if they ain't got bread to bail us? |
[01:42.429] | Have to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul |
[01:45.069] | From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool |
[01:47.427] | It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore |
[01:49.801] | Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore |
[01:52.216] | Yo dun, ************* the 4..... |
[01:54.131] | Mother******s think we're playin', back em down |
[01:57.343] | Holdin' *************s for hostages, what? What? |
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[00:00.00] | zuo qu : AZ |
[00:00.917] | No need for Lato' s, pure straight out Bolivia |
[00:05.041] | Peru, uncut baby, what? |
[00:09.817] | Life is a struggle |
[00:10.676] | That' s why s I know stay on the juggle |
[00:12.663] | Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you |
[00:15.073] | Povertystricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin' |
[00:17.711] | It seems sickenin', but what? |
[00:19.146] | Whatever makes the pockets thickin' |
[00:20.638] | police and no remorse for the beasts |
[00:22.588] | That' s lost on the streets, |
[00:23.469] | that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece |
[00:25.474] | I' m lost chief, runnin' through strips, |
[00:27.039] | thinkin' of top dealers, fillin' TEC clips, |
[00:28.972] | wit ' cop killers' that could stop gorillas |
[00:30.893] | Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I' m nutso |
[00:33.152] | Skitzo, clepto, killin' t up throughout the metro |
[00:35.651] | My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves ents |
[00:38.156] | Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference |
[00:40.816] | And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation |
[00:43.334] | So what you' re facin', is realism that' s in activation |
[00:46.152] | Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand |
[00:48.454] | Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams |
[00:50.731] | It' s all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans |
[00:53.512] | Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands |
[00:56.743] | What? For my hype s Uncut |
[00:58.649] | Trife s Raw, 25tolife s |
[01:01.042] | This is as, pure as opium |
[01:02.515] | Purified for street players to open em |
[01:04.430] | Space, like three els laced with coke in em |
[01:06.424] | Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em |
[01:09.022] | Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em |
[01:11.484] | However though, fake ass s' ll never know |
[01:13.837] | Cuz my method' s perfected |
[01:14.840] | I' m movin' sceptic and never show |
[01:16.694] | I' m soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low |
[01:19.015] | While I' m sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe |
[01:21.560] | A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica |
[01:24.246] | Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper |
[01:27.132] | So exhale, cuz if I don' t live to tell |
[01:29.185] | Then it, farewell |
[01:30.153] | I' ll see the rest of y' all s in hell |
[01:32.551] | What? For my hype s Uncut |
[01:34.384] | Trife s Raw, 25tolife s |
[01:36.810] | So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and sellers |
[01:39.424] | What the cats can' t tell us, |
[01:40.753] | if they ain' t got bread to bail us? |
[01:42.429] | Have to survive, I haven' t seen it all, Peter pay Paul |
[01:45.069] | From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool |
[01:47.427] | It' s all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore |
[01:49.801] | Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore |
[01:52.216] | Yo dun, the 4..... |
[01:54.131] | Mother s think we' re playin', back em down |
[01:57.343] | Holdin' s for hostages, what? What? |
Created in LyricsEditor | |
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[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : AZ |
[00:00.917] | No need for Lato' s, pure straight out Bolivia |
[00:05.041] | Peru, uncut baby, what? |
[00:09.817] | Life is a struggle |
[00:10.676] | That' s why s I know stay on the juggle |
[00:12.663] | Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you |
[00:15.073] | Povertystricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin' |
[00:17.711] | It seems sickenin', but what? |
[00:19.146] | Whatever makes the pockets thickin' |
[00:20.638] | police and no remorse for the beasts |
[00:22.588] | That' s lost on the streets, |
[00:23.469] | that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece |
[00:25.474] | I' m lost chief, runnin' through strips, |
[00:27.039] | thinkin' of top dealers, fillin' TEC clips, |
[00:28.972] | wit ' cop killers' that could stop gorillas |
[00:30.893] | Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I' m nutso |
[00:33.152] | Skitzo, clepto, killin' t up throughout the metro |
[00:35.651] | My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves ents |
[00:38.156] | Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference |
[00:40.816] | And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation |
[00:43.334] | So what you' re facin', is realism that' s in activation |
[00:46.152] | Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand |
[00:48.454] | Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams |
[00:50.731] | It' s all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans |
[00:53.512] | Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands |
[00:56.743] | What? For my hype s Uncut |
[00:58.649] | Trife s Raw, 25tolife s |
[01:01.042] | This is as, pure as opium |
[01:02.515] | Purified for street players to open em |
[01:04.430] | Space, like three els laced with coke in em |
[01:06.424] | Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em |
[01:09.022] | Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em |
[01:11.484] | However though, fake ass s' ll never know |
[01:13.837] | Cuz my method' s perfected |
[01:14.840] | I' m movin' sceptic and never show |
[01:16.694] | I' m soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low |
[01:19.015] | While I' m sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe |
[01:21.560] | A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica |
[01:24.246] | Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper |
[01:27.132] | So exhale, cuz if I don' t live to tell |
[01:29.185] | Then it, farewell |
[01:30.153] | I' ll see the rest of y' all s in hell |
[01:32.551] | What? For my hype s Uncut |
[01:34.384] | Trife s Raw, 25tolife s |
[01:36.810] | So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and sellers |
[01:39.424] | What the cats can' t tell us, |
[01:40.753] | if they ain' t got bread to bail us? |
[01:42.429] | Have to survive, I haven' t seen it all, Peter pay Paul |
[01:45.069] | From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool |
[01:47.427] | It' s all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore |
[01:49.801] | Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore |
[01:52.216] | Yo dun, the 4..... |
[01:54.131] | Mother s think we' re playin', back em down |
[01:57.343] | Holdin' s for hostages, what? What? |