Christian - Li rye.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Roderick Henderson/Gene Hixon/Vladislav Kukla
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Roderick Henderson/Gene Hixon/Vladislav Kukla
[00:00.000][Intro]
[00:02.028](Al Geno on the track)
[00:04.278]
[00:06.029][Chrous]
[00:10.690]Everytime this sh*t get gangsta, n*ggas run straight to the 'net
[00:13.513]All that cappin' in your songs won't get your b*tch ass no respect
[00:16.361]Playin' foul, might knock a n*gga off the court with this new TEC
[00:19.219]Caught a cramp from chasin' opps 'cause my dumb ass forgot to stretch
[00:22.043]Post outside your house first thing come out the door, gon' get it worse
[00:24.799]Lil' bro ****ed up in the head, he tryna send shots at a hearse
[00:27.619]Dependin' on how many Percs I'm on, will I gon' let 'em shoot up a church?
[00:30.489]Then go lay back in my cell and smoke 'za out a Bible verse
[00:32.850][Verse]
[00:33.273]My stepper Christian, 'fore we slide, he gotta read the Bible first
[00:36.295]When it's smoke, we might kidnap your kids to hit you where it hurt
[00:38.757]The block is hot and, bitch, I'm hot, boy I feel like lil' Turk
[00:41.398]Stiff on a bitch like I'm a [?], my cleats don't leave the turf
[00:44.315]Spent some thousands on my shoes, spent four hundred on my jeans
[00:47.077]Spent five hundred on my shirt, spent two-fifty on my socks
[00:49.709]Spent a hundred on my drawers, spent ten-fifty for this Glock
[00:52.526]Ten at a time to whack 'em all, until they dead I never stop
[00:55.591]Ooh, I just looked down at my wrist and seen my diamonds bussin'
[00:58.566]When I come around, they barely talk 'cause money my discussion
[01:01.160]I can't do no arguin' with no bitch, let her do all the fussin'
[01:04.270]Better watch your mouth, she make me mad, put dick on all her buddies
[01:07.125]I'm in ATL with Lauren London, tryna get some cuddy
[01:09.796]Twenty-one, but ain't got twenty dollars, boy, go get some money
[01:12.624]I be hittin' her long off a Perc', I don't need honey
[01:15.366]I just cut my hand and seen a fifty, bitch, I bleed money
[01:18.167]I be outta town kickin' shit, I got Bruce Lee money
[01:20.908]Thought he was a robber, heard a boom, ain't takin' nothin' from me
[01:23.974]Hit her from the back, face in the pillow, she just keep cummin'
[01:26.626]Soon as I blew up from out Mobile, seen the beef comin'
[01:29.455]I was backseat, ridin' with that steel tryna bleek something
[01:32.105]I'ma treat the stick like a keyboard when I delete something
[01:34.957]Ahem, uh, uh, these dead niggas ****in' up my lungs
[01:38.022]Might stop ****in' them project hoes, can't be puttin' my dick in no bum
[01:41.035]Uh, street n*gga out the slums, I used to survive off of crumbs
[01:43.978]We was young and dumb, one thing focused on, redrum (Redrum)
[01:46.862]Murder, that's ten bands (That's ten bands), double homicide, that's a twenty ball (Twenty ball)
[01:50.968]Triple homicide, drop thirty-five, lil' bro whack all of y'all (All of y'all)
[01:53.722]No, he ain't scared to slide, that boy gon' ride, I'm dyin' behind my dawg
[01:56.653]Five percent the whip, he couldn't even see my face behind the fog
[01:59.380]Know you see the eyes up on this foreign, look just like a frog (Like a frog)
[02:02.668]Everytime this sh*t get gangsta, n*ggas run straight to the 'net
[02:05.368]All that cappin' in your songs won't get your b*tch ass no respect
[02:08.150]Playin' foul, might knock a n*gga off the court with this new TEC
[02:10.917]Caught a cramp from chasin' opps 'cause my dumb ass forgot to stretch
[02:13.791]Post outside your house first thing come out the door, gon' get it worse
[02:16.548]Lil' bro ****ed up in the head he, tryna send shots at a hearse
[02:19.263]Dependin' on how many Percs I'm on, will I gon' let 'em shoot up a church?
[02:22.062]Then go lay back in my cell and smoke 'za out a Bible verse (Bible verse)