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  • Текст песни Death Grips - Hustle Bones

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    Give a fuck whatchya heard
    Yeah fuck whatchya heard
    Fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb
    What, what...
    But you dont hear me though

    Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin out
    Of control whatchyou know
    'bout bubblin
    Hustle bones comin out my mouth

    (hustle bones comin
    Out my mouth)

    That hot lic a shot
    Never not strapped
    Wit a Glock tongue cocked
    Run it back
    That knock a cop off unconscious molotov
    Cocktailin sound bomb a snitch
    Flat line of chalk drawn round the clock too many marks dropped ta count the stiffs

    Stuck on the fence
    How does it feel
    It dont make sense
    Nothing is

    That rip you a new one trick im the true one, and only never know me never will no son.. leave ya laid out ta fade out
    Show a cunt the door
    Hit and run
    Hustle bones comin out my mouth

    (hustle bones comin out my mouth)

    That can't wait ta blast
    Blood stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick wit it flav on
    That ex con
    Hard to da bone
    Darkness from the zone
    Mastered and pushed far beyond

    Eons beyond the line never crossed, by dem punks livin soft while I ride that bomb
    Dr. strangelove
    Into the sun
    Look no hands megatons
    Rode like man we can't lose
    No shit, no shit

    That hit it till it drip wit
    Da blood of the raw way
    It was fore dem forgot
    Why doin dirt, make slang sound tough gong original
    Fuck da wrong way
    Only one real way to work
    That shit out da
    Beat street spit
    über freaked heat lit
    Hell flame to your brain
    Blood thirst
    What what..
    Run it back, run it

    Run up bitch ta da death
    Get gripped
    My steeze is ballin out
    Of control whatchyou know
    Bout bubblin
    Hustle bones comin out my mouth

    (hustle bones comin
    Out my mouth)

    Criminal intent anti-legal ill
    Theif in da night peel your life back spin the wheel
    Run it back, run it

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