Riddlore? - Money Musick (feat.Chu,Wrecc) | Текст песни

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hip hop/ it pulled me out of the streets/ I used to be there every night of the week/ delighted with beef/ inspired by grief/ a rider and thief/ hanging out with my homies just lighting the leaf/ fighting my peeps/ coming home with scars on my cheeks/ stars on my feet/ pants saggin from the weight of the heat/ my homie peanut turned me on to the way of these beats/ digging through his crates mixing up vinyl plates/ my mind rotates/ in order to find a better state/ the music helps me meditate/ turned bedroom dj makin mixtapes to escape the trap/ so I slang my music like my homeboy slung crack/ I wrote my first raps about my dj skills/ in 2001 it's the way we pay our bills. It all started for me back in 83/ bustin on the mic at my homies house parties.

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