Думаю обо всём....))) |
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всё как обычно... |
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классно прошёл день на работе... |
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день так себе |
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АААААААААААААА |
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нннеееттт!!!!................ |
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еах еах...)))ремих) |
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День начался не очень.... |
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нервы |
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психоз...!!!!нервы!!! |
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посмотрим .... |
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Аудио-запись: Lloyd Banks "I'm So Fly" |
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  Lloyd Banks "I'm So Fly" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yee! Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga [laughs] Yee! [Chorus] I’m So Fly… An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy I’m So High… An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye When I Ride By… An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year Nigga Im So Fly… An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy…. [Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks] Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta) To smooth to stutta (stutta) His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta) Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earna My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda Fight, wake up n’ fuck like Ike n’ Tina Turner It’s a privilege to ride with a celeb Cause them girls over three don’t got a problem given head Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow The chronic is blown For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Don’t confuse me with these suckas Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou move at the rucka Thank god for given Banks the gift You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief Nigga there’s no one out the click that freeze us Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles Ya boys corrupt kid Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did You jokes cant afford these homes Look around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stones And that’s only in the necklace I’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a Lexus Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin shit up I got the patience of a high school teacher And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker Will the goody girls back of us My hearts colder than jack frost is We pack shows and attract bosses Black clothes and my black forces A black rose for a rats coffin Blowin O’s in that black coffin Blowin the road and im back flossin No one knows how much that’s costin Fuck ass only the green moves me I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy My name ring each state So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight |
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Аудио-запись: Young Buck "Push Em Back" |
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Young Buck "Push Em Back" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Intro] (It's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way (Betta move, it's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way You betta move 50 feet shawti (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh) Git out my way, we ballin' like Ayye! I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! [Verse 1] Ain't no body goin' broke, err' body sellin' dope Err' body gittin' money, it's some niggas tellin' no We ain' talkin' on the phone, I don't know, I ain't certain ya No body neva heard-a ya, you fuckin' wit' some murderas Look at my wrist, look at my bitch She hold a daddy down, help a nigga git rich (Yeah!) This patron got me hot, the Phantom in the 'lot See this pill kickin' in, and I'm standin' wit' my glock In this bitch like Woo (Yuh!), I need some elbow room Got me spillin' liquer at the club, go so soon Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+ Gimme the light, tell the DJ turn my shit up (It's on now) [Chorus] You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! [Verse 2] Cup fun of Hennesey, my niggas call it Gasoline Pussy niggas fill up, and say shit they don't mean Stuntin' wit'cha real money, dat'll git'chu killed See probly wann' this paper, my baby needs some milk Bitch we built this city, the dope boi commited I still got the nerds to sell it up, and come and git it A product of the projects, my momma's only son Made my 1st million dollas, and a new drama would come Didn't run from it (Yuh!), I ran to it (Yuh!) I'm not playin' bout The Unit, and my fans knew it Now make the lane for me, 'cause I deserved this I wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (Let's Goo!) Ha-ha [Chorus] You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! [Hook] You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't no problems, you don't wanna see me (Aye, Aye!) [Verse 3] Gotta runna gramms 50, and my A.K. wit' me If a mothafucka hit me, I'ma knock his head off! I ain't scared non of y'all bitch, I'm runnin' from the law (Whudd!) Put'cha trigga fingas up, if ya wann' knock they head off! Push-a-weight, all thru the state It's like I speed up, when they tell me "But my brakes!" (Aye!) If I told chu what I make err' time I flip a kii You would prolly try to take the same trip dat I did, but'chu can't (Ayye) [Chorus] You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Aye, Let's Goo.. |
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