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  • Текст песни Хохлов Никита - рэп 2014

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    Chorus: Eminem:
    This kind of music, use it,
    And you get amped to do shit
    Whenever you hear some shit
    And you can't refuse it
    It's just some shit,
    For these kids,
    To trash they rooms with
    Just refuse whenever
    They asked
    To do shit
    The type of shit that you don't have
    To ask who produced it
    You just know - that's the new shit
    The type of shit
    That causes mass confusion
    And drastic movement
    Of people
    Actin stupid

    Kon Artis:
    I come to every club
    With intention to do harm
    With a prosthetic arm
    And smellin like Boone's Farm
    Hidin under tables as soon as
    I hear alarms
    Paranoid thief that'll
    Steal from his own moms
    Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
    Strapped to my stomach
    Screamin, "Let's get it on!"
    A lush that love to drink,
    Вrunk drivin a tank
    Rollin over a bank,
    Сops see me and faint
    It's drastic,
    I'm past my limit of coke

    I think I'll up my high
    Иy slittin your throat
    Push your baby carriage
    Into the street, 'til it's mince meat
    Your mens been beat the minute

    I step onto your street
    This is fight music!

    Bizarre:
    You know why my hands are so numb?
    (No)
    Cause my grandmother sucked my dick
    And I didn't come (oh)
    Smacked this whore
    For talkin crap (bitch)
    So what if she's handicapped,
    The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap

    I fuckin hate you;
    I'll take your drawers down and rape you
    While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)

    Satan done got me on this song
    Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran,
    While I'm on the john
    Tired of wearin this yellow thong
    Take it back Sisqo, you know
    Where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
    Now here's a gun,
    I'll put it in your palm
    Now go over there
    And blow up Dru Hill's arms
    Fuck your love songs

    Chorus:

    Proof:
    Just bring who you gon' bring on,
    Who you gon' swing on?
    I'm King Kong,
    Guns blow you to king-dom come
    Show you machine gun funk
    Sixteen m-16's
    And one pump [click-clack]
    The snub in my paw,
    Shove it in your jaw
    Have you runnin out
    This fuckin club in your drawers
    We lovin the broads,
    There's nothin to applaud
    But fuck it it's all good,
    The hood is up in The Source
    It's fight music

    Swifty McVay:
    I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
    And won't hesitate to sock
    You again for swollen knuckles
    I'm like that, catch a nigga
    Like bear traps
    Blow his head back right in front
    Of the priest sayin, "You hear that?"
    I slap your freak,
    Bump you and won't speak
    If you step on my feet,
    You get drowned in your own drink
    I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
    Came back and fucked up his pallbearers
    And made 'em drop his coffin
    It's fight music!

    Kuniva:
    These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
    See all these niggaz?
    When I step in the club,
    I'm bringin 'em
    If any nigga lookin too hard,
    We Rodney King'n 'em
    Malice green to them
    And gasolinin 'em with premium
    Light a cigarette,
    Flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
    Hold up a picture of his family
    And kick it at him
    Blast while you right hookin,
    Right when your wife's lookin
    Fuck fight music, bitch this is
    Losin your life music!

    Eminem:
    If I could capture the rage
    Of today's youth and bottle it
    Crush the glass from my bare hands
    And swallow it
    Then spit it back
    In the faces of you racists
    and hypocrites who think
    The same shit but don't say shit
    You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
    Watch me, cause you thinkin
    You got me in this hot seat
    You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me
    Cause you're NOT me
    You'll never STOP me,
    I'm TOP speed as you POP me
    I came to save
    These new generations of babies
    from parents

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