Ghetto Dwellas - Ghetto Dwellas | Текст песни

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What's up BX?
Nothing nice. nothing fancy
Brick nights. playing dice. for my family
I'm bron's son, like McDice and other's canvies(?)
Live a life, right from the back of the denvy(?)
We grew up in the Bronx, New York city
The big,fucking apple,where the niggas get busy
Bitches get diggy, hails in head,done
Shales and handguns
Jails, that fam run
1\43 on the vellas(это улица такая)
My haviness's a dwellas
Talking to packi in the store,yo,what the deal is
Honey's are watching,and
Money i'm droppin'
they follw this guys,when the
Bottles are popping
Yeah, that's my dog from the blocks frim the Grams
killing the band,ib building
shorty,my man!
Cams are rolling,
Cops are passin'
niggas is sick,popping aspring
rock the paladiom,maybe at the stadium
look,son, he hating him
he only let,the daties in
i'm calm,and your focus done the dong
This is the charm,on this microphone,i'm upon
This is the trunk,and the TV's in it
let's show them,the Bronx,believe, GV's in it
74 soldiers ready,is all over
They can't stop pleazy
Thangs pop easy
Alright...this is my building, this is my hood
This is where I live at,
this is where I got hit at
Peep those artyn'
Niggas still sparking
Bitches still talking
they running their mouth
Police in the building,daddy beat mommy up
See the type of shit,that 've been tesed to the children
Beats is a feeling,Rhymes is a reason,why the niggas been chillin'
Niggas keep spilling
A black Cadillac truck
Blue kick, dirty wheel
I got the belly by the loundrymat
beat,then i'm gone FIAT
Sith full of Dollars
Mad dimonds in the (???)
My niggas play chess,talk shit,like we Italiens
Back in the days, I used to hit to have a speach
niggas start to fightin',then I heard the medo speak
Like, 4 in the party the Bronx got the rapid carbins
Rack cathch and stomp,if you whack,you're garbage
You see hall of fame,getting down,call my name
GD, TICC.Time is over.