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All my words no clever than the verse. If it cold then it's hurt, no limit to My thirst. Won't-One trial to come with no Lawyers. A tea witch mix the cauldron, let it Boil. All my words no clever than the verse. If it cold then it's hurt, no limit to My thirst. Won't-Hit it when I'm cruising Five-five-five. Triple eight for the K straight Bye-bye-bye. Pulling up make 'em beat pulse spittin' Like oil. She just wanna smoke and turn it Up like royal. Put you on trial to come With no lawyers. A tea witch mix the cauldron, Let it boil. This bitch tried to play me, I applaud you. This wish list perpetual with Commotion. Tick-tick, bitch, my mind in second Waiting. His life wasn't shit, but his death was Amazing. What's say? Balls to floor like petrolay. I don't need a nine just to get my Way. Earl Grey tea, too high, gotta wait. Fuck 'em with some money then I love, gotta Pay. Motherfuck that, this your last day. Rain make pain, my name. Take two to the neck, never get my name. Lot of things real but my heart- All my words no clever than the verse. If it cold then it's hurt, no limit to My thirst. Won't-trial to come with no lawyers. A tea witch mix the cauldron, let it boil. Five on my side, drop, drop. Your hands in the sky, or you die, die. Now it's down to the wire, words down in The rhyme. Four on the seat back, don't try To survive. So-What's 4 say? Balls to the floor like petrolay. I don't need a nine just to get my Way. Earl Grey tea, too high, gotta wait. Fuck 'em with some money then I love, gotta Pay. Motherfuck that, this is your last day. Rain make pain, violate my name. Take two to the neck, never get my name. Lot of things real but my heart-New day, New drop off the line-line. Rain giving me strokes saying hi, hi. Sixty-six six times, blow me bye, Watching clouds Pass sitting in the sky. I feel it every time I bite. All this Trouble around. Since we gon' make it by with This flow in his rhymes. all this money and Quit, but it's all for craft. Hit when I'm Cruising Five-five-five. Triple eight for the K straight Bye-bye-bye. All my words no than the verse. If it's limit to my All my words no Clever If cold then no limit to my thirst. Feel like There's always more peaking.
Kamro, Hayit Murat — 404 City
«404 City» — Kamro, Hayit Murat. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:43. Жанр — Электроника.
