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Lời bài hát: Real Hip-hop

Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu

that I'm back man, you wack man, I eat a wrapper like I'm Pac-Man, I biggity bring it, yeah, straight from the cellar, forever, pack it, boy, it's the lupinella, I swallow, make it in as I, if you test me, you don't impress me, yeah, your books kick the rest, G, uh, what time for your mom? Hey, yo, what up? It's the crew bringing the ruckus, no doubt, we's the roughest dreams, ain't real supreme, like a cutlet, get your duckets, the dope, you can't touch the flow, it's me, the nigga G, the B-double-O-K-S, so say yes or bust your caliber when I pop ***, and rock *** like Metallica, taste through the heart, I'm the snake, fake niggas, them all up in my face, jealous of my tape niggas, so honey, shake your fingers, and show me what you got, blow the vibe, Dice of Flex, we're the real hip-hop, to the hip-hip-hop, you don't stop, Dice of Flex, we're the real hip-hop, to the hip-hip-hop, you don't quit, Dice of Flex, tripping, can't the rich ***, schmuck the ***, to the hip dip, the hop, you don't stop, Dice of Flex, we're the real hip-hop, hip-hop, to the hip dip, the hop, you don't quit, Dice of Flex, tripping, can't the rich ***, schmuck the ***, next nigga, Loco, I hope he got more miracles than Smokey, won't be no discussion, strictly had questions, let Russia take a bot, you hit my danger, feel like Grodd, like Howd, I'm back up in that ass, G could plow, and now we got the game to a tee, like Howd, allow me, to introduce myself and my peeps, straight from the sewers, playing through to the streets, well it be me, Crazy Tracy, bringing up the rear, I swear, you got to hold it down there, yeah, so there, now let me crack a band, kick my feet up, turn the heat up, and spigotty smoke all the weed up, kids I eat up, with a style that's the newest, my crew is, getting more run than Carl Lewis, it's from the sewers, now you see me on the top, so stop, and recognize the niggas on yo' block, you can't stop, till they hit that that hop, you don't stop, don't stop, that's a flex, with a real hip hop, whenever I take, till they hit that hop, you don't quit, don't quit, that's a flex, so you became the real ***, real ***, till they hit that hop, you don't stop, don't stop, that's a flex, with a real hip hop, hip hop, till they hit that hop, you don't quit, don't quit, that's a flex, so you became the real ***, real ***, see this irrelevant, and delicate to the texture, but this style of mine is rectified like Webster's, ain't about a nigga rolling from the Jordan to Jabba Jibba, when I get stoned like Sharon from Slipper, equipped up, rickety ripped the microphone to stress, dread, yo' come and hit these niggas in the head, connect my rhymes like Lego, it's the Lego, my Eggo, I burn you like Waco, you need more than Mako, I take it to your crew and keep it moving like a U-Haul, I'm here to school y'all, pick any faggots like RuPaul, I throw a screwball and strike out the MC, and if he Tempsey, I knock him out like Jack Dempsey, I burn some sensi then chase him with the hobby, don't quit, that's a flex, so you became the real ***, real ***, see this irrelevant, and delicate to the texture, but this style of mine is rectified like Webster's, ain't about a nigga rolling from the Jordan to Jabba Jibba, when I get stoned like Sharon from Slipper, equipped up, rickety ripped the microphone to stress, dread, yo' come and hit these niggas in the head, connect my rhymes like Lego, I'm here to school y'all, pick any faggots like RuPaul, I throw a screwball and strike out the MC, and if he Tempsey, I knock him out like Jack Dempsey, I burn some sensi then chase him with the hobby, don't quit, that's a flex, so you became the real ***.

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