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Wu-Tang Clan – Ghetto Fuck Up

Wu-Tang Clan
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исполнитель Wu-Tang Clan

жанр Старая школа рэпа,Классический рэп

длительность 06:10

размер 5.65 MB

битрейт 128 kbps

загружено boogermis

Ghetto Fuck Up
06:10
Get the [bad word] up! Simon says get the [bad word] up! Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!) Queens is in the back sippin ’gnac, y’all wassup? [bad word] on your [bad word] (yeah) Yeah [bad word] it I said [bad word] on ya [bad word] New york city [bad word] pity the fool that act [bad word] In the midst of the calm, the witty Yo shut the [bad word] up! Luck said shut the [bad word] up! [bad word] in the back, like crack get it cut up I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up Act like a man and get [bad word] smacked or [bad word] up Pull the [bad word] up, luck you know the name Assed out in the bleachers stay [bad word] on the game I suppose what you’re spittin is flames, cowards Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder Summer’s eve, I drop degrees chill [bad word] four by four, lose one like [bad word] hill Stay fly till you air sick, now that’s ill Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that’s real What the [bad word] s goin on here, just a minute now, hold up Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up When i’m, ? cinematography state of mind My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme [bad word] I [bad word] hit spit [bad word] venacular Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the immaculate Binaca blast [bad word] that’s fast, son I’ll box ya [bad word] the ta-ta’s, bras, [bad word] and knockers on the floor Owww! fellas pull ya [bad word] out On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out Uh I bust a rhyme that dust [bad word] rappers Dust [bad [bad word] lights out like the clapper The mic ripper, whip a [bad word] like a slave Separate him from him from his fam, he don’t know how to behave Now, drag his [bad word] bag dun for his loot Figure me to give a [bad word] y twenty-one gun salute That’s seven shots for tupac Seven for biggie smalls Seven for freaky tah up in your neighborhood malls How’s that, fat action packed rap remain tame Pharoahe [bad word] monch, ain’t a [bad word] thing changed Yo yo get the [bad word] up Funk doctor spot said get the [bad word] up I got a [bad word] named nina and I tuck her I leave a [bad word] hangin like ya mom’s muffler Snuff her, then my boys follow up Respect like the fonze, you see the collar up I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up I kamikaze ya town off a arab bus Karat cut, yeah mami pull over I bend ya [bad word] like for years I knew yoga I’m too smoked up, I can’t remember me Off hennesy, that’s why I carry mini-me I need fifty feet when my performance starts I push a armored car wit ? lauren harts? Nineteen inches, I’m not on the charts Doc turnin dark off a warning shot Drive off and pop, six in ya hood [monch] [bad word] the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods Yea-yeah my [bad word] one rhyme you fold over I’m hot-headed cuz I walk wit cold shoulders Yeah get the [bad word] up! Simon says get the [bad word] up! Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!) Jersey in the back jackin cars now wassup! (yeah) that’s right I said [bad word] on ya [bad word] Brick city [bad word] Pity the fool that act [bad word] in the midst of the calm, the witty Yo yo get the [bad word] up Yo yeah I said it, get the [bad word] up Walk through shaolin after dark, you get stuck up Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I’m puffed up Ya know my name, and pharoahe moch, why we came what? We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what? Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold And you and your mic can ease on down the road [bad word] are like opinions, everybody got to have one Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashio
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