Lyrics:
a listen.
Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg. Got
paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...
[chorus]
menacy control we always diss
a man
You’re a little bitch that I can’t fucking stand
Little bitch
You know what the fuck it is
Life of crime
Sullivant hate hardcore
This ain’t for
Still nothing beautiful we kill
Families on vac
They turistas hunt them on the
Beach where they lay this that hardcore
Horrorcore, bodies out in Bora
by the scorn, lusting black body porn
Massa Brown babies scattered round like corn
Henrietta lacks eve gene what I'm on
We some super blacks DC b-more
Illest in the game,
You a gangster, do your thing
I rhyme hardcore
I buy out the stores
I know it might seem like it's all good
But this is what it's like
rip holes in souls
Then move flocks of foes in straight
The Devil will find a way to infiltrate
(Say what?) , never pray (Uh)
I hear the scandal that be
to rozklepie tych typów
A dinozaury niech się martwią
Też lepiej o tytuł
Bo przepowiadam hardcore #deszcz meteorytów
Jesteś piętą achillesową rapu
Możesz być
Juice, Juice
We got the Juice
We got the Juice, yeah
We got the Juice, Juice, Juice, Juice, Juice
Get Loose
Verse 1 (Savage Jayy):
What you know
of the fittest by the thinnest thread
When father time moves the minutes, what is in his head?
Not even in control of what we must become
But not far, so I
The rucas with no clothes
Used to drop the two-door
Gang-bang in a four door
Puttin' bullet holes
In the doors of a Ford Explorer
Hard-core, and I got
and hardcore
It was according to plan
We were like Lloyd Dobbler and Diane Cort
Two hearts in the same place
Then you know what she did
She met an Internet
(Intro)
News Reporter: Latino HipHop music was once a small scene of street rappers and a hand full of hardcore follower, but a new wave of artist
'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, 'fore I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden
kid
Well I don't care what you all heard
'Cause I will be on a terrorist mission
To rule the whole world
Siphon sight through sound
Smoking by
Gettin' in where I fit in, right?
What that deuce deuce poppin' like?
Baby, I like the way you work that tongue
You had a don't care nigga for 3
hardcore quando
Scleri più di Sgarbi quando mi cacci la gomma
Come Barbie ma arrivi tardi
Se i fiacchi emcici non ti fanno più zero
Pare senti il
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