Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Logic & Killer Mike
I want what I want how I want when I want it. I'ma keep it a hunnid, I'm blunted. I don't give a damn, I don't give a fuck about another man. Fuck a brother man. I'ma make it, make it rain like the weather.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Killer Mike & Bizarre
Welcome to the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show. Anything goes strippers and live shows. It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show. Exctasy, hydro, and good blow. It's the creep show,
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Killer Mike
How come...with the thousands of black cops in America...you ain't never picked up the paper, turned on the TV, or the news...and seen white folk crying...because this black cop...shot my loved one in.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Killer Mike & Fass Black
Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom. Penny tried to hide in a bathroom. Homicide scream from the hand held dragon. Mental flame from the barrel claim 25 angel, mercy. Long as the black board, splatter.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Killer Mike
The world fears a person with a dream. Because to have a dream gives you the ambition to wanna fulfill wanna that dream. And if you live your life fulling that dream, you're gonna glow man. Because there's a.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Young Jeezy & Killer Mike
[Hook:] {x2}. This the shit that happen when we go out on the town. This the shit that happen when we go out on the town. Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking. And the kush bag that we smoking on be.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Killer Mike
Yeah, still Killa Kill from the ville. With a flow so cold it'll froze your nose. Something like the blow did back in the 90's. When I sold to the geeked out hoes. Must be the reason my flow so.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Killer Mike
God is still with me (He's still with me) [x4]. It's hot like Haiti down in Hades. The false prophet say the Lord has forsaken us black babies. To make it off a island in Mercedes. We going sell it.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Killer Mike
There's 8 million stories in the City of Dope. I'mma just tell you about a few I know. I'm in the trap house trapped out. Three naked bitches bagging up sacks. Titties and ass out. Two monkey-men on.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Killer Mike & Slimm Calhoun
Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss. And I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossed. And often light green kiss my ass to coffin. Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and. Cut the bull then I'm.