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  • Текст песни Kevin Gates - Streets of B.R.

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    Тут находится текст песни Kevin Gates - Streets of B.R., а также перевод, видео и клип.

    The game on freeze
    But I be trapping in and out it
    You gotta believe
    That there ain’t no other way around it
    I can’t sleep but pray to God
    That he find me the shit won’t cease
    They say they found another body
    In the streets of BR
    It’s the hardest way of living
    The good die young
    And the others go to prison
    In the streets of BR
    Listen close and pay attention
    The Church ain’t safe
    So I ain’t looking for religion
    In the streets of BR

    Gripping this Mac 10 work for my workers
    Helicopter circling prostitutes I
    Be servin' em
    Prosecuting Attorney want me dead
    It ain’t like I ever did em shit
    But kept my family fed - I bled
    Police pulled me over but I fled
    Ain’t no catching Gates
    I’m working with a set of legs i stand still
    I try to give you examples
    Of how this man feel
    If I don’t catch you and kill you
    This other man will i got that tan still
    Peanut butter ground ill
    Let me catch your hand in my can
    Here come the blam - ill
    You steal a wallet or a purse
    To satisfy the hunger of your pockets
    Till they burst - it’s worse
    My partner’s sister youngin like to flirt
    An older nigga raped her
    I could never know the hurt it hurts
    It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
    It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

    The game on freeze
    But I be trapping in and out it
    You gotta believe
    That there ain’t no other way around it
    I can’t sleep but pray to God
    That he find me the shit won’t cease
    They say they found another body
    In the streets of BR
    It’s the hardest way of living
    The good die young
    And the others go to prison
    In the streets of BR
    Listen close and pay attention
    The Church ain’t safe
    So I ain’t looking for religion
    In the streets of BR

    I grip boulders to pitch to the real smokers
    And buy stolen goods
    From all of the deal holders food stamp card
    Most of my meals’ frozen
    Most of us deal dope
    And all of us still tote it
    Whoa hop out of the truck with the chopper
    Make us spray rounds lay down
    This is not a playground ya heard me
    Kay sounds tell him I’m on my way 'round
    Ya heard me i'm in all black
    With the black mask and gloves
    Double strap the tac
    Go rrrr-at backin' 'em up line myself shells
    Hell is where ya findin' em
    Mine are to the streets
    From the television monitor
    First rule of the game no trust no love
    If I could just remember
    That touch I’d sing something
    Passed by rocking that Gates
    They mean mugging
    You niggas don’t exist in the game
    You mean nothin'
    You niggas don’t exist in the game
    You mean nothin'

    The game on freeze
    But I be trapping in and out it
    You gotta believe
    That there ain’t no other way around it
    I can’t sleep but pray to God
    That he find me the shit won’t cease
    They say they found another body
    In the streets of BR
    It’s the hardest way of living
    The good die young
    And the others go to prison
    In the streets of BR
    Listen close and pay attention
    The Church ain’t safe
    So I ain’t looking for religion
    In the streets of BR

    Get away to a place where I’m good
    Its raw women with AIDS
    And they stay in my hood
    To all niggas with braids
    Got blazed where I stood
    Small nigga with waves
    Says Gates, it's all good

    I do this cuz I love you
    Consider it on a muscle
    You had gave me the game
    When I didn’t have a penny
    You was the one who came
    When them other niggas didn’t
    Money over bitches anybody could get it
    Hospital or ditches bicycles or fences
    Layin low with intentions
    Of coming out up out the trenches surrender
    Can’t see it or witness can’t be it I see it
    At the same time but I can’t speak it
    Nightmares from the night air
    Stares and a groan slight
    Glare from the right flare tears in the bone
    Two bottles few models pair of patron
    And the drum roll sound
    Like snares when it's on

    The game on freeze
    But I be trapping in and out it
    You gotta believe
    That there ain’t no other way around it
    I can’t sleep but pray to God
    That he find me the shit won’t cease
    They say they found another body
    In the streets of BR
    It’s the hardest way of living
    The good die young
    And the others go to prison
    In the streets of BR
    Listen close and pay attention
    The Church ain’t safe
    So I ain’t looking for religion
    In the streets of BR

    Это самый трудный образ жизни
    Хорошие умирают молодыми
    А остальные попадают в тюрьму
    На улицах БР
    Слушайте внимательно и обратите внимание
    Церковь не в безопасности
    Так что я не ищу религию
    На улицах БР

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