B. Martin - Hurricane (Prod. by Diamond Style) | Текст песни

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• B. Martin
• Hurricane (Prod. by Diamond Style)

(Verse)
Hey yo got it in the game
Won't wait even a minute
Surprised that these motherfuckers let me in it
Now that I'm living in the middle of a hip hop city
I'm hip hop really I get it
I came from the bottom
I ain't had shit and I ain't even had an opportunity to
get it
Now I'm on the track and I'm gonna roll with it
And I ain't ever looking back
And grandma fitting and I'm in it for the gold
Yeah I'm gonna win it,
I will never tie, the line at the finish
I will never allow the kind of guy that I am
And just to make it in the game as a gimmick
Spit so vivid, crawl used to kick quick
Put up with a mind so sharp
I'd punch your neck
Winning when I go hard you better respect
And I ain't quitting 'til I get this shit perfected
And I'm a game, dreaming about that green
I'm about to receive in the mail
Even when I count that green I'ma doubt that we
Really made it and they would've prevailed
I'm keep grinding and I put up in time
And as afraid of your mind I never been a fail
Even if I got on time on the top of the monument
To make you recognize well maybe I will mofocka'
I'm cold

(Hook)
But I'm just going where the wind blows
And here I'm looking at my window
Tryin' to get a quick buck like Denzel
Got a couple of yards and going for the end zone
Now,
It's B.Martin,warrup warrup
Fiend,I'm here
Go ahead put your hands together,
Clap for the champion yeah
Yeah,yeah,
This is what you waiting for,
Waiting somebody to give you everything you paid for
Waiting I know, that I am in this game
Going with it, I am running through it
Like a hurricane
'Cause I'm ready to blow,to blow,to blow
That's right I'm ready to blow,to blow,to blow
That's right I'm ready to blow
Better get out of my way
'Cause I'm coming like a hurricane
Something like a hurricane,

(Verse)
There's no way you could hold me back
You think I need money,well I don't need that
If I got food up in my stomach and I'm doing what I'm
loving
Now fuck it I don't need jack
Ask anybody that knew me back in the days
Will tell you that Brandon was never backing away
From a competition even if it happen to be,so now
He be right at the fact he remains a,scene
When I rap ,take my heart and put it in a track
Work my heart as even when I throw it back
I would never make it to the place I'm at
Now I'm in the background in the rap game
With my hand on the map,looking for the fastest way
I could have them,take it at 'em, attack them
Leave 'em on my crack,even if I lack
Hit me in the caracteristics to show I'm at
Sell your best fits and make this hap'
I better make it up with my pat
Show 'em when I'm mad, bitch don't cry
Game to the medal let the game I gap
Rent this and I be lyrically mad
Shouldn't be even if we feel at the back

(Hook)
But I'm just going where the wind blows
And here I'm looking at my window
Tryin' to get a quick buck like Denzel
Got a couple of yards and going for the end zone
Now,
It's B.Martin,warrup warrup
Fiend,I'm here
Go ahead put your hands together,
Clap for the champion yeah
Yeah,yeah,
This is what you waiting for,
Waiting somebody to give you everything you paid for
Waiting I know, that I am in this game
Going with it, I am running through it
Like a hurricane
'Cause I'm ready to blow,to blow,to blow
That's right I'm ready to blow,to blow,to blow
That's right I'm ready to blow
Better get out of my way
'Cause I'm coming like a hurricane
Something like a hurricane,

(Bridge)
Like a hurricane-cane-cane
That's right I'm ready to blow
Something like a hurricane-cane-cane
Like a hurricane-cane-cane
That

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