1982 (Termanology And Statik Selektah) - Thug Poets Feat. Roc Marciano & Havoc | Текст песни

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• 1982 (Termanology And Statik Selektah)
• Thug Poets Feat. Roc Marciano & Havoc

Hook:
I’m a poor man’s dream a thug poet
I have a dream by saying I dream too
I’m a poor’s man dream it was, it was all a dream
I’m sayin I’m a poor poor man’s dream I’m sayin a thug poet
.. I dream a poor’s man dream, a thug poet
A dream

I had a dream ..the king but in my dream he had coke of triple dream
My influence is what older than they was a hundred soldiers
They probably don’t want no ..post it on the coka
So these never wanna be soul
But they wanna be like source I keep like …
them folks they wanna come and take you go
Some my lil homie is a latin king rappers thing
Feel like we end up in the .. the doubt
The things are f*cking ..and everybody in this ..like
You hold the gun tight pullin the ice was a fun night
Put the crack up in the ..test up in the ..pablo ..
Said he all flippin roll tell he nothing last in laws
Three legends stayed up at least sendence
Hope the priests blesses for more of these streets liquor
and drugs I’m the too far now when the club’s closing
and the thug know it ..to this thug poets

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Yeah ..it’s all brown willie like foreigner
Cocaine ..warrior..for storm ..employing rose ..god d like ..
Got a lot of time sawyer I take a ..next lawyer stay shark and avoid
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From me down like Jacky join em,
Cocky color cocky for you
Rap former smash join you
Fast as I could back a quarter
You ask with the..formular
Pedigree is high serve up a pie like a pizza guy
We fobs, each equal knocks a lot of stripes like a zebra got
Kicks and flavor like a p cup ..like a green pie
Two piece winning the fry
Think cup you can’t aware with this click shot

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To hood now I kill a nigga dreams
But I’ma make it out just bitch by any means
By any means death to all my enemies
Wanna see a nigga feelin out of police fee
End up with ..with my weapon got in plastic and askin
What the f*ck you wrong with these bastards
Look at the casquet warm you never thought it though
I had it in my mind and ever since I knew I would blow
I had live with the gold listen period flow
Now all a nigga see is the serious dough
I start it from the bottom took the shit to the top
Now all the bitches wanna ride me and give h top
What the hell why not I deserve this baby is so gravy
Oh why not beg it’s all wavy
But all the money in the world couldn’t change me
Stay the same to wide it all
Give that ..we all got dreams gotta f*ck em up
Gotta ..don’t do it is just swallow you up

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