1. Feel - a gdy jest juz ciemno
2. feel - a gdy jest juz ciemno
3. FEEL - A GDY JEST JUZ CIEMNO
4. FEEL - A GDY JEST JUZ CIEMNO
5. Rzepczyno - Tylko Jeden Dom
1. Akon - Right Now (Na Na Na)
2. julita z Julitobonito!!! - Żyd!!!!
3. Morandi - Angels
4. electric light orchestra - confusion
5. kaax.pl - kaax.pl
Tytuł: Wykonawca: Tekst piosenki: (nie do edycji) [Kung Fu Sample] We all want you to open it Careful, careful, careful.. Careful, careful.. [RZA] Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son? Damn, nigga got fucked, shit, huh? The God staff, watch nigga run {*sword slash*} Seven in the center of your eight point sun Hold tight, flip on the God jewel Now you best be careful, can't guards two Self-heats aimed at your dome piece Father U C King police!!! [U-God] Somethin in the slum went: rum pu-pump-pump {*explosion*} Somethin in the slum went: rum pu-pump-pump {*explosion*} [Masta Killa] Yo Rae it's been a long time son Said we bust gun, clap Glaciers, ran the wall and snatched paper Return to the 36th Chamber, proceed with caution as you Enter We have an APB on an MC killa, looks like the work of a Masta!!! [Cappadonna] Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*} Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang {*gunshots*} Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*} (Yo what the fuck?) Up in the false game, bag of money for grabs I ain't fuckin with crabs, outta state Cop two labs, hop two cabs, back on the Av Stab you with the vocab, vest in hand, the big Dough he had Try and behave, snake niggaz the cut Hold the pride up, your time is up No luck, heat start to bust, niggaz you can't trust Dealin with lust, seen him at the ballgames with James Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*} Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang {*gunshots*} Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*} Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang {*gunshots*} [Ghostface Killah] Somethin in the hall went: click, click The boxcutter went: click, click Somethin in the hall went: click, click The boxcutter went: click, click These are the bones, bones from the grave Yo, Hoodini, CD, rhymes only, sprinkle on yo' embry' Climb like the defecit, profits, the death threats of Isreal, yo slit thru petro head, Pablo, one will Syringes, rubber band, needles, the sixties Grand-daddy Caddy, was coppin six T's B'Gosh all that, Osh Kosh jumpers Pink champagne, brown bag, wall to wall pumpers [U-God] Beats in the paradox, scorch, tearin your ox' Put on the hammer, fly, Ways of the Samurai News flash bulletin, Gods on the prowl We full again, rough men, scuffed Timbs Sonic bionic lense, RZA console Push y'all the jawl, front row, the Super Bowl Black gold on my soul, on the whole, roll, stroll Don't go boy, you on the parole, you don't know? [Inspectah Deck] Someone in the back went: clack, clack Money in stack, now bust ya gun: clack, clack Someone in the back went: clack, clack Money in stack, now bust ya gun: clack, clack Made 'em throw they hands up and then lay flat Rap pack, eat up, the average alley cat Prepare for the impact, when we contact Known to drop facts that crack your hard hats Must I Show N Prove? Thrust I, bust I Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the Buggy Eye Benz, who contends? Wu like the SupaFriendz Who's Your Rhymin' Hero? Wu-Tang rules again Someone in the back went: clack, clack Money in stack, now bust ya gun: clack, clack {*gunshots*} Someone in the back went: clack, clack Money in stack, now bust ya gun: clack, clack {*gunshots*} [Cappadonna] Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*} Makin it hard for you to do your thang, thang Yo, somethin in the street went: bang, bang {*gunshots*} (Yo what the fuck?) {*gunshot*} [Ghostface Killah] Somethin in the hall went: click, click The boxcutter went: click ,click Somethin in the hall went: click, click The boxcutter went: click, click [U-God] Somethin in the slum went: rum pu-pump-pump {*explosion*} Somethin in the slum went: rum pu-pump-pump {*explosion*} [Kung Fu sample] Careful {*gunshot*} {*gun cock*} Careful {*gunshot*} {*gun cock*} *beat fades* [Skit: Raekwon] It's like they throw rocks, right? Who did that shit? (Yo ain't nobody throw rocks over here) I'm talkin to you, you faggot mothafucka (Why don't you take that shit across?) *pistol whipping* Yeah! *empties magazine* Yeah, y'all niggaz like to throw rocks, right? (Yeah) Faggot mothafuckas, yeah that's right, nigga I don't live around here, I don't give a fuck about y'all niggaz Yeah, yeah, yeah, now take e'rything out your pockets You little faggot mothafucka Yeah, nigga, come out them bullshit ass Timbs you got on And he got the fake ones on, nigga Yo, son, I feel like killin all these niggaz, man Tłumaczenie: Tabulatura: (nie do edycji)
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