Sound The Alarm - Royce 5'9, Black Milk, Guilty Simpson

Sound The Alarm - Royce 5'9, Black Milk, Guilty Simpson

Альбом
The Best of the Bar Exam
Год
2019
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
183680

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Sound The Alarm

Royce 5'9, Black Milk, Guilty Simpson

Whoa

New shit

Yo

Yeah

Go

This the one that gone get live on the club man

Matter of fact, DJ turn it louder

Uh, uh

Turn it louder

From the floor to the ceiling

Detroit in the muthafuckin building

Destroy everything yo we killin

D-Boy on them big boy wheels yep

Too cold to grab

Even more like a photo lab

I’m a shoot something

Niggas fold when the gun go blast

Half ass rappers we just fold in half

Throw in trash

Might go pop like the go-go dancing

Go pose for the photo lens

And I still got more but

If you wanna go flow for flow or toe to toe we can go but

New year so I’m stoppin' lames

Can’t give them fame so I’m not droppin' names

Labels played the fools like they played to lose

I just played you dudes

Checkmate your move

I’m a just give them two plus two bars

Niggas like ease off em Black

Please just cool off

Real music I crush gimmicks

Give it up, naw

More like Willie Hunts with it

Hands to the sky

Get them high

Call up for help

This shit is fire

Sound sound alarm

Sound the alarm

Sound sound alarm

Sound the alarm

Hands to the sky

Get them high

Call up for help

This shit is fire

Sound sound alarm

Sound the alarm

Sound sound alarm

Sound the alarm

Yeah

Too live for TV

(Get em' Guilt) Too real for radio

They hate the joint

But they’ll play it though

(Why?) The fans demand the man and I’m him

Chipped up watch and fresh Timbs

Throw em up high

Gun for the spy

Tryin 'to catch wind like the spread wings on a fly

Nigga I, solemnly swear to rep thorough men

Got em' hooked like black tar heroin

Barrels in your mouth

We own the house

Here to take my cut since your holdin' out

I’m a brand new face wit a old school weapon

Hammer mothafucka', yeah 3−5-7

I gotta feed my brethren

No excuses so withholding doe is useless

Be warned if you pay me light

You betta' have something of value to make it right

Hands to the sky

Get them high

Call up for help

This shit is fire

Sound sound alarm

Sound the alarm

Sound sound alarm

Sound the alarm

Hands to the sky

Get them high

Call up for help

This shit is fire

Sound sound alarm

Sound the alarm

Sound sound alarm

Sound the alarm

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