Rorsha'h - Our Style | Текст песни

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• Rorsha'h
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Black clothes, no mimic, our life- Sky is the limit
After this track, u will shit on yourself, so bring a bottle of Cillit
We are nation of underbridge-town, fuck bitches from uptown
That’s reason why u quake with cold when u talk with me, fuckin clown
This people don’t give a fuck about ur Miami, fuck ur beaches and sun
If u come around in our hood, better run far
We make u suffer it just makes our fun
U want to put me some quastions- my answer is AMG sound
300 Km/h, what else need to feel myself like a god?
We are new criminal wave, our style is drifting cloud
Seek, disgusting, and dirthy like legends of south
Russian rappers doin‘ sheat and we make reason to be proud
Leany, gives me beat, and we make this sheat loud
People on the streets hype, bitch get on the knees
U need to be respectable, cose stand in front of king
I’am master of hip-hop horrors like Steven King

(Hook2x)
First hold we banks up- then hang out in clubs
We have elite bitches-others stay with sluts
My crew is nice, other crews are suck
By the side of me, others Donald fuckin’ Ducks

Sloppy clothes, snapback and chains, even when is hot
We left no chance, he speak to much- i make one punch
Now this bitch fall on the grace- we are
First in all senses, even it’s rap, even it’s races
Workin’ like a beavers- fuck lazy-asses!
Cooking like masterchefs cose we want to feed haters
It’s my hood, it’s my empire, it’s my block, it’s my connections
Somebody wanna became my friend?- answer is simple- Fuck this relations!
Call me sociopath, cose i fuck other rapers
My best tracks were written on hookah sessions
Give me mic and I will start my MC- lessions
A lot of young rapers will became my students
So, how u can see I just need to produce this
Homie I’am hot, my album will get on the top
This wave getting tsunami, u can’t it stop
Meantime my block isn’t sleep, it’s 2 pm, but there is steel new deals
Coke with coffee, gun under jacket, cold night- u now how it feels
Money is by us, all it’s complete, we need to clean out before arrived police
I back in my AMG, take a sip of coffee, make a call with cellular
GPS roud to the nearest club, stupid bastards came apart
Bitch u now I’am going hard
Motherfucker I’m feel myself like Pablo Escobar!


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