Lyrics:
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers.
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable.
The racer must attach five dollars
Gleb je sick mhm, sample, snare a kick mhm
Berlín metro shit mhm, Barcelona trip mhm
Spomalený krok mhm, Amsterdam a loď mhm
V Kodani dopíjam shot
Track Title - AIRBORNE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G.U.S.
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
of the process
So you just end up repeating lessons
That you should've definitely learned from by now
It's been almost five years since my last album
And I'd
And what am i to say?
Wasn't i once on for you?
And what am i to say?
One if by land, two if by sea, three if by chance.
Four for the door, five for
Keby sme po sebe upratali v tom bordeli
Tak by bol krásny, uprimný usmev a ne vlažný
Úprimný vzťah, keď je vážny
I tak chyťme vlak, nech nám neutečie
keď by som mohol mať finíto
Zas je tu album a zabili to
Zas kvalitou, ani neviem či mám kritikov
Fakt je to popiči bro
Ja, som rapový GOAT, rapový
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
a pen and pad
Driven by the days
On empty tummies
It was
Just the five of us
Me Tripp And Jeez
Dukes and S
That's real love
Through anything
We
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
and the enormous fields
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too
California with some new shit
I'm Sir Too Short I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money we don't rap for fun
Five
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
was mój nowy album
Rozczaruje niedowiarków
Sprzedam płyt wam 5 mln
Robię tylko to co mi w duszy gra
W nocy hulam śpię za dnia
Narcyz hedonista hulaj
nah
Grab the track by neck
RKO up outta nowhere
Too much static, paranoia
Cooking something special for ya
Album coming soon man
They tryna join our
hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck
Krista a prijať ho ako súčasť života
Ale neobrátil som sa ja sám od seba, obrátil ma Boh
On si ma našiel, keby to bolo len na mne
Tak by som asi stále iba
Separate my head from my motions, psychosis space me out
M five two three's start jamming me slow
Speedball, coke straight to the nose
Swear I feel my
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