The Defiled - Grove Street lyrics
XTON Это Grove Street парень, ствол на кармане Достаю его и сношу тебе *бало Лучше не шути, ато голову снесут Не рыпайся, не поможет даже суд Мой брат, мой друг это точно подтвердит За каждый мат тебе пуля прилетит Мой брат, мой друг это точно подтвердит Это Grove Street, это, это Grove Street На Grove Street каждый бандит Пиф, пиф, паф, паф и ты убит Даже если на район пойдёшь з травматом Забудь что жил, у них Aka автоматы Как зажмут курок, считай не живой Поэтому не рыпайся, а лучше стой Перезарядил я ствол К стрельбе теперь готов Заведут протокол Расстреляю как щенков Все говорят: "Абу бандит" Со стволом, и на Grove Street DEFILED Yeah, It's a Grove Street Listen to my flow stream We are all the beasts Tearing down your weaked crow street Rending with a cold beat Smoking with the OG's Better run away Before I take you to the moshpit Cannot hear the heartbeat Maybe I did browbeat Taking their bodies Then I throw them on a car seat Frying on a hot seat Looking at the bloodstream What you're feeling now When you're bleeding on a backsеat? Yeah Jackknife in my thug life feels likе Slay the motherfu*kers till they ran rife, damn right Jackknife in my thug life feels like Suffer motherfu*kers till the men die, that's right Slay the motherfu*kers till they get the fu*k away Slit their fu*king wrists till they get the fu*k away Shooting their bodies till they shut the fu*k away Suffer motherfu*kers till they hurt enough away Everyone of you like cluck But you run away from Glock Everyone believes in luck But everyone of you in ruck When I'm getting high When I'm getting mine I don't wanna stop when I blow up I just wanna lop when I'm erupt Do you feel the Glock when I disrupt? Listen to the pop when I stoke up I'll never kneel before your bloodline I'll never kneel before your carbine All of you will kneel before my malign All of you will kneel before my hardline All these stupid buzzers don't believe that I am a demigod They're running from me faster than a tiger, triggered punks Don't you feel your actions are predicted? Pop and you're afflicted Weaked, with a gun in hands, but acting like a twisted victim Grove