Death Grips - Bitch Please скачать mp3

Who wanna catch dis Who wanna catch dis B*tch please, you must be smokin' rocks Real sh*t for my people And it just don't F*cker please you must be smokin' rocks Real sh*t for my people And it just don't Drop it like... oh yeah That's so trashy How low can you go How dirty can you get... nasty f*cker Drug through the dirt Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt Chain sleaze leather face F*cker please, you must be smokin' rocks Kill it, kill it Kill it, kill it Hit it, f*ck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, Turn it out and kick it to da curb Shut it down Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again... Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s B*tch please, you must be smokin' rocks Real sh*t for my people And it just don't F*cker please you must be smokin' rocks Real sh*t for my people And it just don't When sh*t goes down I'll be there Wit' my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road Ghost ridin' to hell f*ck if I care... who wanna catch my droze Give a f*ck blood, I ain't goin' nowhere Templar night and day, live an die by the code, Code of the street, how ta stay in the zone, How I own it and freak it to da base of da bone I am the darkness creeping through your system The lash of da whip cracking every b*tch into position Worki'n ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out, Your subwoofers are melting... hear a b*tch say why's he yelling Who wanna catch dis gun clap, shrapnel off me lip Cause blood bath B*tch please, you must be smokin' rocks Real sh*t for my people And it just don't F*cker please you must be smokin' rocks Real sh*t for my people And it just don't Cuz I run this lik Like dogtown ripped That raw sh*t like none other Low down dirty sh*t Shot off this hip Death grips, mothaf*cka Please, you must be Smokin' rocks Real sh*t for my people And it just don't stop B*tch please Read more: