LRC歌词下载
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Lason Jackson[00:04.62]Yeah. Yeah.[00:08.07]Yo. Yo. Yo.[00:08.67]Trapacanti.[00:09.66]Yo. [Chorus: La The Darkman][00:11.64]When I walk these streets, like bamboo,[00:13.83]I'm strapped[00:14.49]Get your brain tapped by fourty-four caliber gats[00:17.34]It ain't like that, cats gotta learn to relax[00:20.40]If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, you're on your ass [La The Darkman][00:23.40]If you see at cat without his vest hangin by his neck[00:26.13]Then La done it,[00:27.18]I'm tryin to see this benz six-hundred[00:28.95]With a fly nigga, a gat and cognac getting blunted[00:31.89]Readin the tablet of my money from the kids that[00:34.14]I fronted[00:34.83]You don't want it, shootin slugs outta an armored green lex >[00:37.65]From four pounds that ****s you up like a plane wreck[00:40.65]Don't gamble with a tech, car is quicker than the eye[00:43.50]My style, top secret like a[00:45.27]Bosnian spy[00:46.35]Now Y, New[00:47.40]York have you laced in chalk[00:49.14]The South[00:49.71]Bronx, what you thought when we let are guns talk?[00:52.08]It's bloodsport, the[00:53.31]Darkman call it like he sees[00:55.17]Been in buildings, doin eighty in a black m3[00:57.81]Medallion swingin a linx, costin bount ten g's[01:00.93]N.Y.C., where killas bust cops at me [Chorus] [La The Darkman][01:15.21]New York ain't ****ing players, we live gun sprayers[01:18.36]Movin crack frm the streets of[01:19.77]Manhatt' to the[01:20.52]Himalayans[01:21.24]Amadeus, why these[01:22.62]Cali craps tryin to front?[01:24.03]Ass gotta cut ropes, tryin to bungee jump[01:27.00]Tight niggas, all white planes roll, we night creepers in bubble coats, eight hundred beapers, force one sneakers[01:32.76]I stay fly, holdin it down for my block[01:35.58]What up ock?[01:36.66]You could get a four-four shot[01:38.43]And don't think it can't happen cuz you on the[01:40.68]T.V. rappin[01:41.52]I sneakin from[01:42.30]B.X., B.K. and the[01:43.92]Staten Manhatten and[01:45.36]Queens jookin kids for rings[01:47.22]New York,[01:47.97]New York, the big city of dreams[01:50.10]Some rap legends were put in jail, you thought we failed[01:53.10]Now I'm back like[01:53.79]LL, when he was rockin the bells[01:55.77]Takin rap back to the days of foodstamps and tramps[01:58.80]Pit stains in the stair case and vise-grip clamps[02:01.74]Kid, I'm amped, cats try to diss the originators[02:04.56]In Land Cruisers, on[02:05.73]Timbs, subways and elevators[02:07.47]Holding steel, you fronting niggas better get real[02:10.29]I'm gettin money, blow my nose with a hundred dollar bill[02:13.23]How you feel?[02:14.16]And niggas where you at, it's where you from[02:16.26]To that cats, that's eighty-five: blind, deaf and dumb[02:18.96]Run and get your gun,[02:20.16]I come in the name of[02:21.21]**** To my people, the[02:23.07]Inglewood family swine, power refined[02:25.92]You can't see, we runnin outta time[02:27.84]If the east and west kill eachother, who gon' ****ne?[02:30.54]We losing our mind, the rap shit is turnin into crime[02:33.60]Nowadays soft niggas bust techs and nines[02:36.30]So, what?