Group Home - Oh sweet america скачать mp3

Melachi The Nutcracker Aiyo, New York tracks, keep me phat like that I exercise with fitness, to support my back It's going on black, and I'm out to get mines Bust in the place with a New York rhyme Yo some people are mindless, and don't know what the time is Mess around with the wrong one, and get expired I'm gettin fired, offa the smoke and the blunts Killin big bids offa a gangsta hunt Don't front, what do you want? I push a trick with a stunt We got out of town hits, and like George likes Pits Cuz I flex with a Polo around my wrist Nothing changed... Lil Dap Uh, my bad decision in the game got me flippin on cats Now that I'm back, puttin Brooklyn down on the map Cuz you know this camera's on me, and my sons right now Pimpin our sounds, watch how we Tear Shit Down I cause blow a catastrophe, I master thee The game of rap, so don't fuck with Dap, I dance with my track You bust you neen, I bust my nena back Rhymes sharp like thumbtacks, with enough contacts To blow my enemies off the map, If they try to attack... Chorus 2X: Lil Dap Oh Sweet America, how could it be? Can't see my people dying in the streets no more [ Find more Lyrics on ] Got to hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor Understanding what's right, realizing what's wrong *(second time, the last line gets left out)* Melachi The Nutcracker Yo I salute the mic, when I take flight Plus my styles real hype, and I'm feeling allright So go with the flow, let's see what all of you know I flip like G.I. Joe, with mad potential I'm about to get mine, you know it's about that time My people losing their mind, off the Group Home rhyme Murdering crime, people on the streets playing for keeps Brand new jeeps, riding thru on the creep Who care? I guess that everyone is scarred Better be preparred, cuz the worst is near The Group Home is here, open your ears and stand clear Crack your bears, we've been doing this for years Chorus 2X Lil Dap How could it be? Cuz if you bust for me, I have to bust for you These old school rules, got me spittin lyrics at you I'm thinking hard and serious and going back to the time When cats were scarred to death to even say that they rhyme Cuz it was off the meters, niggas had to throw their dick beaters Block parties with heaters, no crooked to feed us It's 7 days in a week, 12 months in a year But between the nonsense we'll drop a jewel this year Keep your eyes open, stoppin off the ends when we rock Poppin your clutch, and starving mc's to rock And walk with fear, keepin my momentum in gears Excess is near, my niggas can smell it in your ear 2000 and beyond, Group Home are bombing ya, son My crew number one, no competion Chorus 3X