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#SpringDropSL #Crew #Rapping #love #Live #Respect Motha Fucka get the motha fucker Die me talk a neighborhood sucka Keep fallin but we rise, but we rise poof flash in front my eyes Yo, put your hands in the air, c'mon! ah Bunny Hop wit it,ah c'mon,c'mon Christened it, with a champagne bottle Stepped out lookin like The Next Top Model It's gonna be a lot of slow singing Saw the def cutie that made your heart sing I wanna see you dance, so go on shake it Gang color wars escalated when the '80s hit That creeks where the cracks are unevenly matched With lyrics that swing, no strings attached Hi!! How's it goin alright fellas I got that cream and niggaz get jealous Yeah, I'm a freak, before the Delta Force goochie sneaks Even though they'd be dogged in two weeks Everybody's got an addiction, mine is shoes And my dogs eat food, unless you choose I got my face on Raisin Brans round the nation Competition, I feel they struck you with ammunition Feeling my organs drilling distorted short portions I pray for the orphans Limousine tint, you can't see inside Hard-core and bonefied, our ice and piece dried Jumping jumping jumpimg my rock car ha, ha ha ha, ha ha I'm no killer, I'd spare with 'em Hot lead I put it into them Me and my people just shot ya anger! Deadly style and very fatal when I injure Yeah, we make it do what it do Now how i've ran, you've only a few A young nigga pimpin that Benjamin Franklin Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something stolen He brought the heat to us, we burn the streets up I been spittin them death sentences for a life sentencin, yup! Been in and out of jail, I don't wanna go back We've gotta view that's a minority like being black I am cutting slabs in the kitchen them streets are buzzing Take the top off the Heem, pop you a thing Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called pros Holla at a playa sharp crease get hoes Ain't no heaven up in the sky Roll it up, light it up, get fly I was chillin in Timbermen with my dogs thugging God damn, cops, back, man, now ain't that something? Baby I'm just tryin' to hit it on the friendly You will find an emcee, good enough to envy Move it to the crib, what you wanna do? it rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in And my mind shine like the sun do You don't have a fucking clue But then only if we're not equal After we rock there's no sequel Model religion collapse under money and machines ? star catchin purple hearts like Vietnam marines On TV, they glorify being hood Have problems with Crip, problems fam and Blood Your whole career will be over like Gerardo Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Pistol-Grip Pump on my lap, riskin' it Get your braided hair wig split You know, check it out Now Management is riffing talking about I got dat feelin' yea That'll help me make it through the day Cos this the way we rock it Ain't no quitting, when the ladies come to spit The people want peace but the people get a quota Irregular folklore, most of y'all cats just hope for, my rotor First nigga out of line, I'ma tweak they shine Bitch I'ma roller so respect my mind get outta line Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo Kool Rock Jay is back, now you know
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#SpringDropSL #Crew #Rapping #love #Live #Respect Motha Fucka get the motha fucker Die me talk a neighborhood sucka Keep fallin but we rise, but we rise poof flash in front my eyes Yo, put your hands in the air, c'mon! ah Bunny Hop wit it,ah c'mon,c'mon Christened it, with a champagne bottle Stepped out lookin like The Next Top Model It's gonna be a lot of slow singing Saw the def cutie that made your heart sing I wanna see you dance, so go on shake it Gang color wars escalated when the '80s hit That creeks where the cracks are unevenly matched With lyrics that swing, no strings attached Hi!! How's it goin alright fellas I got that cream and niggaz get jealous Yeah, I'm a freak, before the Delta Force goochie sneaks Even though they'd be dogged in two weeks Everybody's got an addiction, mine is shoes And my dogs eat food, unless you choose I got my face on Raisin Brans round the nation Competition, I feel they struck you with ammunition Feeling my organs drilling distorted short portions I pray for the orphans Limousine tint, you can't see inside Hard-core and bonefied, our ice and piece dried Jumping jumping jumpimg my rock car ha, ha ha ha, ha ha I'm no killer, I'd spare with 'em Hot lead I put it into them Me and my people just shot ya anger! Deadly style and very fatal when I injure Yeah, we make it do what it do Now how i've ran, you've only a few A young nigga pimpin that Benjamin Franklin Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something stolen He brought the heat to us, we burn the streets up I been spittin them death sentences for a life sentencin, yup! Been in and out of jail, I don't wanna go back We've gotta view that's a minority like being black I am cutting slabs in the kitchen them streets are buzzing Take the top off the Heem, pop you a thing Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called pros Holla at a playa sharp crease get hoes Ain't no heaven up in the sky Roll it up, light it up, get fly I was chillin in Timbermen with my dogs thugging God damn, cops, back, man, now ain't that something? Baby I'm just tryin' to hit it on the friendly You will find an emcee, good enough to envy Move it to the crib, what you wanna do? it rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in And my mind shine like the sun do You don't have a fucking clue But then only if we're not equal After we rock there's no sequel Model religion collapse under money and machines ? star catchin purple hearts like Vietnam marines On TV, they glorify being hood Have problems with Crip, problems fam and Blood Your whole career will be over like Gerardo Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Pistol-Grip Pump on my lap, riskin' it Get your braided hair wig split You know, check it out Now Management is riffing talking about I got dat feelin' yea That'll help me make it through the day Cos this the way we rock it Ain't no quitting, when the ladies come to spit The people want peace but the people get a quota Irregular folklore, most of y'all cats just hope for, my rotor First nigga out of line, I'ma tweak they shine Bitch I'ma roller so respect my mind get outta line Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo Kool Rock Jay is back, now you know
Here are my scores: Bars: 9/10 Delivery: 9/10 Impression: 8/10
Here are my scores: Bars: 8/10 Delivery: 9/10 Impression: 8/10
@Lil.M.S. check ur crew fam when u get a sec
Here are my scores: Bars: 7/10 Delivery: 7/10 Impression: 9/10
Here are my scores: Bars: 7/10 Delivery: 7/10 Impression: 9/10
Here are my scores: Bars: 8/10 Delivery: 6/10 Impression: 7/10
Good tracks bruh
Here are my scores: Bars: 8/10 Delivery: 9/10 Impression: 8/10
😎💯💯 Bars: 10/10 Delivery: 10/10 Impression: 10/10
Thanks alot.