Broken Safety 歌词
| 歌曲 | Broken Safety |
| 歌手 | Raekwon |
| 专辑 | Only Built For Cuban Linx 2 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Phillips, Shemer, Styles ... | |
| [**feat. Jadakiss & Styles P:][Kung Fu Sample:]*sounds of fighting* | |
| Heh, do you know any other styles? | |
| I am very grateful! | |
| Are you ready? | |
| I'm ready...[Jadakiss:] | |
| Uh, down on 40 | |
| Deuce, when | |
| I was a shorty duke | |
| That's when | |
| I first got the | |
| Naughty goose | |
| Now I come through in a sported coupe | |
| I know what you better do, stop talking bout what you outta do | |
| My crack spot is still portable | |
| Funerals are still affordable, | |
| I'm better than all of you | |
| I'm in the hood scraping 'em, | |
| Jadakiss, | |
| Rae and 'em | |
| Ya'll lame niggas, come uptown, spend a day with 'em | |
| Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs, blow something, nigga | |
| Let the herb smoke hit your lung, get your guns | |
| The economy is down, so you already know | |
| It's gon' be a lot of homi's in the town | |
| That's why | |
| I'm still bringing the seed back | |
| The sneakers that | |
| I can't pronounce, that cost a | |
| G stackNiggas in the yard, got this on repeat, black | |
| Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what?[Raekwon:] | |
| Player spit snipping, different color wallies on | |
| Bliffen had to take 'em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it | |
| I'm forever zooted, crushed up glass, | |
| I'm just flashing through it | |
| Nine times out of ten, suede down at the | |
| JumerMaybach bloomers, playing rumors, card shark | |
| Getting cash money, take a loan, hit this tuner | |
| Put us together, he run sea, | |
| I run land, with one ruger | |
| Stop playing, you know we run rap, you know we done that | |
| Stop fronting, son, put the gun back | |
| We came with the containers, besides having the flamers | |
| My Mexican mans is famous | |
| Running through the streets, the bulldog | |
| Conehead hoodies on, eighteen five for footballs | |
| Maxed like | |
| I'm under a good wall, good | |
| GGood recipe, good status, a hood broad[Styles P:] | |
| I used to move brown rectangles | |
| Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with death's angel | |
| Chrome trey pound is making your neck dangle | |
| Blue trey eight is leaving your chest mangled | |
| It's math but the gun could kill you at all angles | |
| Leave the toast home, | |
| I'm leaving you all strangled | |
| Louis loafers on the | |
| Jaguar, gas peddles | |
| You got the cops with you, you ain't even half ghetto(Not even half) | |
| We neither here nor there | |
| But if, you was over here, you would of been got aired(Been got aired) | |
| Like a pair of white | |
| Nike's on a summer day | |
| Pointing the gun away, | |
| I could kill you niggas a hundred ways | |
| Mine's in a place that yours ain't, so | |
| I'm wearing war paint | |
| For the day that | |
| I see the | |
| Lord saint | |
| Blowing the purple haze, playing | |
| The Purple | |
| TapeFuck with | |
| Chef or the | |
| Ghost, get left with a purple face[Kung Fu Sample:] | |
| Too bad, your courage will be the death of you*sounds of fighting* |
| zuo qu : Phillips, Shemer, Styles ... | |
| feat. Jadakiss Styles P: Kung Fu Sample: sounds of fighting | |
| Heh, do you know any other styles? | |
| I am very grateful! | |
| Are you ready? | |
| I' m ready... Jadakiss: | |
| Uh, down on 40 | |
| Deuce, when | |
| I was a shorty duke | |
| That' s when | |
| I first got the | |
| Naughty goose | |
| Now I come through in a sported coupe | |
| I know what you better do, stop talking bout what you outta do | |
| My crack spot is still portable | |
| Funerals are still affordable, | |
| I' m better than all of you | |
| I' m in the hood scraping ' em, | |
| Jadakiss, | |
| Rae and ' em | |
| Ya' ll lame niggas, come uptown, spend a day with ' em | |
| Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs, blow something, nigga | |
| Let the herb smoke hit your lung, get your guns | |
| The economy is down, so you already know | |
| It' s gon' be a lot of homi' s in the town | |
| That' s why | |
| I' m still bringing the seed back | |
| The sneakers that | |
| I can' t pronounce, that cost a | |
| G stackNiggas in the yard, got this on repeat, black | |
| Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what? Raekwon: | |
| Player spit snipping, different color wallies on | |
| Bliffen had to take ' em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it | |
| I' m forever zooted, crushed up glass, | |
| I' m just flashing through it | |
| Nine times out of ten, suede down at the | |
| JumerMaybach bloomers, playing rumors, card shark | |
| Getting cash money, take a loan, hit this tuner | |
| Put us together, he run sea, | |
| I run land, with one ruger | |
| Stop playing, you know we run rap, you know we done that | |
| Stop fronting, son, put the gun back | |
| We came with the containers, besides having the flamers | |
| My Mexican mans is famous | |
| Running through the streets, the bulldog | |
| Conehead hoodies on, eighteen five for footballs | |
| Maxed like | |
| I' m under a good wall, good | |
| GGood recipe, good status, a hood broad Styles P: | |
| I used to move brown rectangles | |
| Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with death' s angel | |
| Chrome trey pound is making your neck dangle | |
| Blue trey eight is leaving your chest mangled | |
| It' s math but the gun could kill you at all angles | |
| Leave the toast home, | |
| I' m leaving you all strangled | |
| Louis loafers on the | |
| Jaguar, gas peddles | |
| You got the cops with you, you ain' t even half ghetto Not even half | |
| We neither here nor there | |
| But if, you was over here, you would of been got aired Been got aired | |
| Like a pair of white | |
| Nike' s on a summer day | |
| Pointing the gun away, | |
| I could kill you niggas a hundred ways | |
| Mine' s in a place that yours ain' t, so | |
| I' m wearing war paint | |
| For the day that | |
| I see the | |
| Lord saint | |
| Blowing the purple haze, playing | |
| The Purple | |
| TapeFuck with | |
| Chef or the | |
| Ghost, get left with a purple face Kung Fu Sample: | |
| Too bad, your courage will be the death of you sounds of fighting |
| zuò qǔ : Phillips, Shemer, Styles ... | |
| feat. Jadakiss Styles P: Kung Fu Sample: sounds of fighting | |
| Heh, do you know any other styles? | |
| I am very grateful! | |
| Are you ready? | |
| I' m ready... Jadakiss: | |
| Uh, down on 40 | |
| Deuce, when | |
| I was a shorty duke | |
| That' s when | |
| I first got the | |
| Naughty goose | |
| Now I come through in a sported coupe | |
| I know what you better do, stop talking bout what you outta do | |
| My crack spot is still portable | |
| Funerals are still affordable, | |
| I' m better than all of you | |
| I' m in the hood scraping ' em, | |
| Jadakiss, | |
| Rae and ' em | |
| Ya' ll lame niggas, come uptown, spend a day with ' em | |
| Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs, blow something, nigga | |
| Let the herb smoke hit your lung, get your guns | |
| The economy is down, so you already know | |
| It' s gon' be a lot of homi' s in the town | |
| That' s why | |
| I' m still bringing the seed back | |
| The sneakers that | |
| I can' t pronounce, that cost a | |
| G stackNiggas in the yard, got this on repeat, black | |
| Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what? Raekwon: | |
| Player spit snipping, different color wallies on | |
| Bliffen had to take ' em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it | |
| I' m forever zooted, crushed up glass, | |
| I' m just flashing through it | |
| Nine times out of ten, suede down at the | |
| JumerMaybach bloomers, playing rumors, card shark | |
| Getting cash money, take a loan, hit this tuner | |
| Put us together, he run sea, | |
| I run land, with one ruger | |
| Stop playing, you know we run rap, you know we done that | |
| Stop fronting, son, put the gun back | |
| We came with the containers, besides having the flamers | |
| My Mexican mans is famous | |
| Running through the streets, the bulldog | |
| Conehead hoodies on, eighteen five for footballs | |
| Maxed like | |
| I' m under a good wall, good | |
| GGood recipe, good status, a hood broad Styles P: | |
| I used to move brown rectangles | |
| Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with death' s angel | |
| Chrome trey pound is making your neck dangle | |
| Blue trey eight is leaving your chest mangled | |
| It' s math but the gun could kill you at all angles | |
| Leave the toast home, | |
| I' m leaving you all strangled | |
| Louis loafers on the | |
| Jaguar, gas peddles | |
| You got the cops with you, you ain' t even half ghetto Not even half | |
| We neither here nor there | |
| But if, you was over here, you would of been got aired Been got aired | |
| Like a pair of white | |
| Nike' s on a summer day | |
| Pointing the gun away, | |
| I could kill you niggas a hundred ways | |
| Mine' s in a place that yours ain' t, so | |
| I' m wearing war paint | |
| For the day that | |
| I see the | |
| Lord saint | |
| Blowing the purple haze, playing | |
| The Purple | |
| TapeFuck with | |
| Chef or the | |
| Ghost, get left with a purple face Kung Fu Sample: | |
| Too bad, your courage will be the death of you sounds of fighting |
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