Game Of Lyrics

Alex Love a écrit:

JaYcEoN a écrit:

On s'croirait dans Question pour un champion

C'est la mer noire.

C'est la mer ...................................................... la mer noire Non

O oui je l'ai revu ya pas longtemps et jl'ai mis sur mon phone

Alex Love a écrit:

JaYcEoN a écrit:

On s'croirait dans Question pour un champion

C'est la mer noire.

EXTRA

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I didn't mean to hit what I hit
Now that's 3 motherfuckers dead, and I ain't seen shit
But these niggas a scream wit plea but for like a G like me it’s just a case
Believe and you can see
I crack the mac back and pop off rolling
And smack your neck back, you drop off falling
I haven't seen my mama in a week
And she ain't even ran her mouth about me
Fuck that I ain't give a fuck about the law
Niggas say they wanna brawl
You would think that they wore bra’s
Believe in all the things that you never saw
In it y’all, been a Dogg, smoke you like a menathol
You think you know? But this can't go
You think you’ll blow, all my dough?
What the fuck, no
See these niggas proceed with speed
So feel the need to bleed
All you hear my enemies going

Game ?

Non.

Snoop?

Yes quel son ?

Yes

zyva.

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My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans
Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard hands and callous
As a young'n, peep how much they loved each other's space
His hard hands rubbin against the pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin the steel
Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal
Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin
Blendin in with city folk, down in Flatbush Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homey I seen it all, if you ain't knowin I been through it
In other words I

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I pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial features
Drownin' you in propaganda that they spit through the speakers
And if you speak about the evil that the government does
The Patriot Act'll track you to the type of your blood
They try to frame you, and say you was tryna sell drugs
And throw a federal indictment on niggaz to show you love
This shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism on television
They tell you to listen, but they don't really tell you they mission
They funded Al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim religion
Even though Bin Laden, was a CIA tactician
They gave him billions of dollars, and they funded his purpose
Fahrenheit 9/11, that's just scratchin' the surface

C'est un texte d'Eminem?

Ché pas Ice Cube. lol

Je reconnais les lyrics, mais pas le son.

Immortal Technique, United doit connaitre le son.

Ah ca avance déjà
Bin Laden avec Jada ?

^^

Free, to the five, to the four, to the funk
I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk
Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord
Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby
You little crab ass flea
Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me
Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha
Who the fuck you think you playin' wit
Yeah, I'm sayin' it
Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right
Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic
But I don't sweat that, cause I 'm still paid
Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed
I do what I want, just so I can make loot
If it's an eagle, pack the gat son
You know how we do, true


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