Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter

*BLAM BLAM*
{*woman screaming in pain*.. cops yelling "Go! Go! Go! Go!"}
*police sirens*

Hook: {sung vocals}
Think there`s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think there`s been a..
I.. I think there`s been a..
Think there`s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think there`s been a..
I.. I think there`s been a..

[Jay-Z]
I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like, (c`mon nigga) "You goin with us"
I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss
not only money but all the emotions goin through us
Why we don`t cry when niggaz die, that`s how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer (hail mary) hopin God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
We live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers
(Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich
as seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain`t seen shit
Back to live action, I`m packin, I`m still in the mix
like new hits, I think I`m goin over your head a lil` bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I`m professional known as now
Jay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh

Hook

[Jay-Z]
My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayed
Houses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayed
Bricks gettin chopped, mom`s pots gettin used
One thrown in that water, try the soda if there`s two (bring it back)
Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seats, roof gone
Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon
I gotta do Shawn, cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
I was gettin my loot on, nigga I`m too strong
Eat til the food`s gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother of Rich Porter, seperated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ain`t enough bucks for us to split in this shit
Plus ain`t nobody lovin us; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh

Hook

[Jay-Z]
See my life is like a see-saw
And until I move this weight it`s gon` keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
Y`all can`t learn Jigga by the shit y`all be readin in The Source;
It`s deeper of course
Follow the life of this reckless minor
At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver
Playin, cops and robbers, like shots can`t stop us
Flippin a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers)
Buck-thirty on the turns
Reckless abandon, when I`m standin on this pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin to give me
Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or
somebody to tell me that they felt me
I tried to play the hand you dealt me
but you gave me five funnies an` shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothin less than a 520; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM*

{Think there`s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh}

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter BLAM BLAM {woman screaming in pain.. cops yelling "Go! Go! Go! Go!"} police sirens Hook: {sung vocals} Think there`s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there`s been a.. I.. I think there`s been a.. Think there`s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there`s been a.. I.. I think there`s been a.. [Jay-Z] I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk Kidnap and robberies like, (c`mon nigga) "You goin with us" I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss not only money but all the emotions goin through us Why we don`t cry when niggaz die, that`s how the street raised him Look in the air, say a prayer (hail mary) hopin God forgave him Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement We live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers (Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich as seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain`t seen shit Back to live action, I`m packin, I`m still in the mix like new hits, I think I`m goin over your head a lil` bit But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town Stay free and be who I`m professional known as now Jay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh Hook [Jay-Z] My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayed Houses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayed Bricks gettin chopped, mom`s pots gettin used One thrown in that water, try the soda if there`s two (bring it back) Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seats, roof gone Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon I gotta do Shawn, cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm I was gettin my loot on, nigga I`m too strong Eat til the food`s gone, they placed me on this earth The twin brother of Rich Porter, seperated at birth I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us Ain`t enough bucks for us to split in this shit Plus ain`t nobody lovin us; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh Hook [Jay-Z] See my life is like a see-saw And until I move this weight it`s gon` keep me to the floor Travel with me through my deep thoughts Y`all can`t learn Jigga by the shit y`all be readin in The Source; It`s deeper of course Follow the life of this reckless minor At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver Playin, cops and robbers, like shots can`t stop us Flippin a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers) Buck-thirty on the turns Reckless abandon, when I`m standin on this pedal Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin to give me Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or somebody to tell me that they felt me I tried to play the hand you dealt me but you gave me five funnies an` shit I was hungry I need menage money Nothin less than a 520; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is BLAM {Think there`s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2487.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z » Jay-Z - Big Pimpin` (Extended) » Jay-Z - Blueprint (Momma Loves Me) » Jay-Z - Poppin` Tags » Jay-Z - Shake Ya Body » Jay-Z - Ride or Die » Jay-Z - Hard Knock Life » Jay-Z - I Did It My Way » Jay-Z - You Must Love Me » Jay-Z - Friend or Foe » Jay-Z - Your Love » Jay-Z - It`s Like That » Jay-Z - Dope Man » Jay-Z - Excuse Me Miss Again » Jay-Z - Watch Me » Jay-Z - The Black Gangsta soundtrack » Jay-Z - Dead Presidents II » Jay-Z - Ain`t No Nigga » Jay-Z - I Know What Girls Like » Jay-Z - Parking Lot Pimpin` » Jay-Z - Take You Home With Me a.k.a. Body Рекомендуем скачать: » Юлий Ким - Кадриль для Матиаса Руста » Юрий Визбор - Не сотвори себе кумира... » Юрий Визбор - Над киностудией свирепствует зима... » Юрий Карпов - Врут ученые мужи... » Юрий Бендюков - Наследство » Юрий Хабаров - Не зовите меня в гости... » Юрий Визбор - Прощай, Москва. » Ю.Антонов - Крыша дома твоего » Юрий Визбор - Лодейное поле » Юрий Лоза - Сто часов вдвоем » Юлий Ким - Я как-то видел психа... » Юрий Визбор - Не провожай меня, не провожай... » Юта - Хлопья снега » Юрий Визбор - Давайте прощаться, друзья... » Юрий Ким - Друзьям » Юрий Панюшкин - На нет сошла ночная тень... » Юрий Наумов - Возвращение блудного сына » Юрий Устинов - Там, на пригорке, человек... » Юлия Михальчик - Птица » Юрий Визбор - Что скажу я тебе
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