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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: The Game feat. Kendrick Lamar
Песня: The City
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The Game feat. Kendrick Lamar – The City 0[Game] Tell them muthafuckas I'm ever-paid California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades Drive up out that muthafuckin swamp in the Escalade So before you put that Red rag in your pocket I wanna see your fuckin resume Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate Riff rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate Dre beats so on, smoking that chronic just to meditate I'mma give em hurricanes until another Levee break You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is rock to detonate When a nigga ?, shit, I was selling weight Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate Performing in front of millions, nigga, every race 64 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape 4th album, no 5 mics? Then let em hate But I'm not stopping til I'm the king in every state [Kendrick Lamar] Recognize my life, ridicule my fights Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs while ? start to write Familiar with cartwright, cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull When the ? drops. My record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'mma tie your neck on a Downtown building Let the ? behind me tell em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heard, nigga fuck your feelings This is me! [Game] I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died" Can't you hear my heart beating? That's the motherfuckin West side, you test me, you test God I'm his son, insane songs, you come at me Then I can split you with this Tommy gun You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums And that's how the West ride I'm from the city where 2 of the best died Rest in peace to both of em, spit like I'm the ghost of em Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of em Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of em Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5 Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga That sold 5 mil out the gate - and numbers do not lie ...... |
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