Angel Haze - New York скачать mp3

I’m running, running through the jungle Running like a slave through the underground tunnel Told you all niggas better get these bitches Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches I am, lyrical intrusion, You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion I hop upon your face and do my motherfucking tooth that Till I know the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick Ah, I’m nasty nigga, like Nas like kim, like Cassie bitches Like I’m fucking Chris dope or that raspy nigga Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga I am, whatever they say I am Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at stadiums Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them I kill this shit this the motherfucking raping Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover I run New York, I run New York I am 0 past a hundred, spitting like a dragon That wnt missing from a dungeon Y’all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee I’m satan, and I’ma take your ass to church now Running my fields and you midgets on your first down I love it, when these bitches know I’m better than them Cause I don’t hear, not a word or a letter from them I’m a fire, enemies of the force round Bitches and I rap, elliptical, all it’s round Bitches and a condo, I sit with an open mouth Bitches and you bitches are lyrically Like some fucking down syndrome, no offence No shame in all, but y’all bitches on knees like baby claws You can catch me out in Cover, chilling like a stoop kid Yeah hate don’t talk bitch do Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover I run New York, I run New York I’m lyrical coming on general Take shots when I was a criminal Don’t stop, continue on running around But never …some of the shit that I’m fin to do Y’all … that I’m giving you If you front, I’m gonn put and end to you I’m like scorpion, bitch I will finish you Making nasty, real, real nasty Way you bitches running like you will get past me Won’t happen you bitches could get on, when I’m off it Try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin It’s just me, myself and I Talk tough shit and I’ma beat you till you die Ask why, because I’m better than you’ll ever be That’s why shit negotiate seems lighter than heavy d Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover I run New York, I run New York.