Tech N9ne - Midwest Choppers 2 (Feat. Krayzie Bone & K-Dean) скачать mp3

[K-Dean] I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin niggaz That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest We dangerous, Aim to bust any little nigga with a big-big chest Anybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa For real, Me and my niggaz will leave you floatin in a river So fuck all you haters, You heard what I said My flow a little bit over your head Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with led If you afraid, Then tell me you scared Cause imma little bit out of my muthafuckin mind The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin find Who that? Who that? That's me Who that? Who that? K-Dean When I was comin up in the game everybody was tellin me 'I really be killin a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean' Fuckin with my niggaz D-Loc and Dalima They told me, 'I be really gotta be a muderer killin machine' I didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top Fuckin with my nigga Tech, He told me I'm hot Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz I'll pulled out the 9 milli up to a pop Bring the heat, Bring the noise, Bring the flames Anything that you bring, Imma tame Puttin dirt on the top of my name Pull back and I click-click, bang Ask Tech, He'll tell you I'm strange If you ever wanna talk about me Imma run up, Gun up and leave you with no brain Then you'll know my flow is insane [Chorus] I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast I be North, South, but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper Even though I'm all up in the Northwest All across the U.S. Overseas, Midwest Choppers Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Yeah, Midwest Choppers) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (You can't touch us) Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh-Ay-Oh (Nigga, Midwest Choppers) [Krayzie Bone] Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music, murda music, murda music Let me hit 'em When I get 'em, Imma split 'em, Imma kill 'em I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom finna get up in them When they give me the instrumental I finish 'em, diminish 'em I guarantee the murda music is a minimum But lately I been givin 'em hell They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell Call me a monster, Verse Designer, First To bomb ya Leathaface pullin up in that hearse beside ya Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all, kill 'em all Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall It's a lyrical execution We snap faster, We the rap masters Squeeze the gat, Blast it, If that's how it gots to be So they better get it ready Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet deliverence out of me Well that's somethin, That's crazy, Jackson He's amazin action, Stay in action Rap singin at ya, I'm blazin at ya I'm kinda like an automatic aimin at ya And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes You know you really truely insane to madness You're never gonna find other niggaz more scandalous Than this Midwest blastin famly [Chorus] [Tech N9ne] I am the definition of murda The N9ne is now coming to serve ya You're running but you can't go no furtha Cause I'm running through you with no sign of inertia Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck It's what you betta do when I'm bussin I be flippin, I'm incredible, Never get on my level I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal You're edible and ya death is so inevitable I can take it to ya momma, Ya daddy, The back of a caddy You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna... Take it out and make it patty You gotta be patty Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, Is you gonna? You can list