Ghostface Killah & Raekwon & Jim Jone - Rock 'N' Roll скачать mp3

[Intro: Raekwon] What up, what up? Yeah... this is another one! Let's go, nigga Raekwon... turn it up... Shallah, what up Yeah... all my niggas been waiting for this one What's going on, man? What is it? [Chorus: Kobe] Hey, little mama, I got some of that, Bon Jovi, you know me Have you flying in the air, like you living on a bird, aoow We on the corner serving that rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll Posted on the corner, with that rock and roll, rock and roll [Raekwon:] Willie Nelson nigga, we run flusty, Crocodile hat Cowboy rap, hammer game trusty Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca retire in a yacht With the middle name Lex, pop my llama Movies get made in HD, me against your eighty-three I'm a scout face it, so scrape me It's nothing you can do with my real niggas Not the ones I rest my head with, my son a real dude piranha Yup, two wheel scooters, the new rugers Floating through the Beverly Center Counting ten up with my shooter All of these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my nigga Posted up, yeah, front and then master child Titanium hustler, switch color, most of them rich brothers'll Hold they own, fuck it and switch numbers Luggage's, the real shit, who kill shit Niggas is nothing, blow a blunt and we peel shit, what? [Chorus: Kobe] Hey, little mama, I got some of that, Bon Jovi, you know me Have you flying in the air, like you living on a bird, aoow We on the corner serving that rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll Posted on the corner, with that rock and roll, rock and roll Hey, little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger Yeah, I bet it will blast ya Now take a hit of this rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll It's some powerful shit! [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, everything platinum, even my baggage You want a platinum rock? Then go see Larry He got the yellow hat, yellow Maxes Air, looking like me With a yellow back, pretty long hair Suck a dick like the wind stepping With Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex dial stay on the check-in I got that Mickey, baby, little mama I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson Know how to push it back, you should pay homaging Shit is too potent, make you feel like vomiting Your black/white birds can give me five like Donovan Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game I got the Pink Floyd eyes on all day And I ain't even mention my deals yet Cause I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real shit [Chorus: Kobe] Hey, little mama, I got some of that, Bon Jovi, you know me Have you flying in the air, like you living on a bird, aoow We on the corner serving that rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll Posted on the corner, with that rock and roll, rock and roll Hey, little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger Yeah, I bet it will blast ya Now take a hit of this rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll It's some powerful shit! [Jim Jones:] Rock star like you Red Hot Chilli Peppers I can't front this red drop got me feeling extra I drop the top so I can show the stones I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones I'm popping shit on my mobile phone I never slip cause I keep the fully loaded chrome And half my niggas need to stay a fam That's why we pour liquor for the Grateful Dead (we miss you) And where I'm from it's either Guns or Roses And fuck with me, you need a bunch of roses And lord knows I keep the Led Zeppelin A nigga front and then we back wrestling And you can tell when bitches feeling me We got that white girl, nigga, Sheila E. Diplomats, we the eagle We finna be greater than The Beatles, go [Chorus: Kobe] Hey, little mama, I got some of that, Bon Jovi, you know me Have you flying in the air, like you living on a bird, aoow We on the corner servin