Текст (слова) песни: Wyclef f Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Laury - When We Were Kings Soundtrack

[Wyclef]
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God`s act, stand back and watch
Devil`s time out
Can`t be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars
Winning more wars than the Moors

[Forte]
Hey, what`s the deal?
I seen the Devil spar with Allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is me
To show the Free Bob right
The righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light
Civilised like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
[Q-Tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
Some say it`s fright night
Well throw the R after the F `Cause I`m gonna take away your breath
The bell rings and now it`s just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication
You can see this occupation (The winner)
Eh, you know we`re from Q-Borough
L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw

[Lauryn Hill]
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe check make connects
True pyramid architects (yeah)
Replace the last name with the X (X)
The man`s got a God complex
But take the text and change the picture
Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
Take orders from only God
Only war when it`s Jihad
See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years
But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who made the fam` remember when we were kings

Blocks on fire (Block`s on fire tonight)
Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
Robbing blue collar
(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (Stick `em up)
Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)
We`re dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)
(We`re dealing with too many liars)
From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)

Send me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling

[Ali Shaheed Muhammad]
Once the pen hits the pad it`s danger
To this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I`ll derange you (Come on)
I`m hearing no comments
Everyone looks dispondent
Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston
Catching lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier yappin` about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through

[Prazwell]
We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate
One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake
Many lies put up for stakes

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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: Wyclef f Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Laury - When We Were Kings Soundtrack [Wyclef] (Come on) Root to the fruit More bass than Bootsy Collins You verses me Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha) God`s act, stand back and watch Devil`s time out Can`t be timed with no swatch watch Who I am, the black Abraham Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam Add an extra bar as I spar with literature Taking kingdoms from tsars Winning more wars than the Moors [Forte] Hey, what`s the deal? I seen the Devil spar with Allah Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free You might debate we, a refugee No harm hurt me Dying, thirsty from the struggle To my own hustle bubble On the low, woe is me To show the Free Bob right The righteous Asiatic thinker While Satan rob light Civilised like the Molly Burgundy, wildy rocking Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him John Forte will keep you locked in [Q-Tip] People all around You got to recognise and witness The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness Hands blistered from holding the mics tight Some say it`s fright night Well throw the R after the F `Cause I`m gonna take away your breath The bell rings and now it`s just a daily operation Yo, you saw my lubrication You can see this occupation (The winner) Eh, you know we`re from Q-Borough L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw [Lauryn Hill] We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh) Scribe check make connects True pyramid architects (yeah) Replace the last name with the X (X) The man`s got a God complex But take the text and change the picture Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures Take orders from only God Only war when it`s Jihad See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years But we the people dark but equal give love to such things To the man who made the fam` remember when we were kings Blocks on fire (Block`s on fire tonight) Fiends getting higher (uh-huh) Robbing blue collar (Hey yo we rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (Stick `em up) Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah) We`re dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah) (We`re dealing with too many liars) From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah) We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on) Send me an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] Once the pen hits the pad it`s danger To this I be no stranger Step inside the ring and I`ll derange you (Come on) I`m hearing no comments Everyone looks dispondent Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston Catching lists Beat it, sonny My man is still the greatest in this To hell with Frazier yappin` about that negative shit Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through [Prazwell] We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake Many lies put up for stakes Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни When We Were Kings Soundtrack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/122/1/3487.html Все тексты песен: Wyclef f Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Laury » Wyclef f Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Laury - When We Were Kings Soundtrack » Wyclef f Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Laury - Rumble In The Jungle Рекомендуем скачать: » Хабарова Кира - Букашечка » Хабарова Кира - Ля-мур » Хабарова Кира - Не стой под стрелой » Хабарова Кира - Лошадка-судьба » Художник - Радиошторм » Хромов Юра - ТОСКА » Хвостенко Алексей - Прощание со степью » Хромов Юра - ТАЕЖНАЯ СКАЗКА » Хабарова Кира - Петербург » Хабарова Кира - На том берегу » Хабарова Кира - Рыжая собака » Хвостенко Алексей - Пасмурный день » Хабарова Кира - Снег сошел » Хвостенко Алексей - Олимпийское проклятье » Хабарова Кира - Да, пожалуйста! » Хвостенко Алексей - Песня о независимости » Хромов Юра - СИНИЙ ВЕЧЕР » Хамелеон - 12-85-00 » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Запоминай » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Я люблю
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