Game Of Lyrics

Bon laissez tomber, c'était John Gali - Un jour sans

Je reposterais autre chose d'ici qqes heures

Ah éffectivement, j'aurais du deviner.
Je connais les sons par coeur, mais comme ça là j aurais jamais trouver.

Ps : Putain, sans reécouter le son, j'ai le flow en relisant c'que t'a poster.

[Lil]Phobie© a écrit:

Ah éffectivement, j'aurais du deviner.
Je connais les sons par coeur, mais comme ça là j aurais jamais trouver.

Ps : Putain, sans reécouter le son, j'ai le flow en relisant c'que t'a poster.

C'est vrai que je comptais sur toi

Pourtant, les lyrics moi elle m'avait marqué, enfin tu fera mieux la prochaine fois godfather

Evidji © a écrit:

Encore combien d'heures Sonix ?

Oups !

Merci Evi

Evidji © a écrit:

Ms. Jackson ?

Oui c'est sa merci google

Citation :

Les sous ensembles dans les grands ensembles s'assemblent
Pour gagner des sous ensemble
Parlent sans faire semblant de faire des coups ensemble
Et si c'est sanglant. Ils plaident devant Dieu ensemble. Vu
Ils etait convaincant, elle etait convaicue
A croire qu'aujourd'hui s'arreter etait exclu
Ils trafiquent des faux billets avec des reseaux slaves.
Balancent la concurence. en France c'est un delit grave.
Risque pour les pommettes, les mecs sortent des baumettes.
Lui n'a qu'un truc en tete, c'est la quete de sa Corvette.
Ambiance paranoiaque. L'equipe adverse traine
Des projectiles partent quand une BM freine
Quand elle tombe, il a les larmes aux yeux
Deux balles de 22. Vingt deux ans adieu
Le contexte est plus fort que le concept
Son mec s'est jette dans les flammes, il faut qu'il se lave avec..

C'est Immortal non ?

[ßIG] © a écrit:

C'est Immortal non ?

Yep

Par contre dsl je ne me rappelle plus du son

C'est plus très compliqué maintenant que tu connais l'interprète.

KingFlow a écrit:

they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Immortal Technik - Dance With The Devil

[Lil]Phobie© a écrit:

KingFlow a écrit:

they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Immortal Technik - Dance With The Devil

Quel génie l' admin !

Oui c'est ça, si vous lisez les lyrics depuis le début c'est bien hard, mais c'est terrible de sincérité.

Heureusement que "The Admin's Disciple" est là pour valider les réponses.

A toi pac!

Citation :

Poured off Bentley
Looking like steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five thousand spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches love it, niggas want it
So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
You better stay out the forest, warning
It's Santana he fucks,
Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want? (What you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, flies will emerge