V. Vaughn, the traveling Vaudeville Villain Who don't give a flyin' fuck who ain't not feelin' him Watch what ya dealin' him, ace, king, death card Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god Get money and earn it, then everything-you-touch-turn-shit Got much to learn, kid, light it up, burn shit Light it up like the Dutch when the hash melt Only time they see him is when they need him with the cash belt Ay carumba, now that's my number One dry summer, as far as I remember Burnt out, but gainin' every edgy penny Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny Call him back when you need some more yak, Horshack Doin' 80 down the Van Wyck on horseback Ya' man sick but he wreck tracks, puto Get back too, bro, exactamundo Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner The way a lot of dudes rhyme, their name should be "knob shiner" For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding cell It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in hell Like "Oh well, " hold tall riches If the feds is really after him they just kill all the snitches On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen Act like their monkey ass can heal back like Wolverine Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya yellow mouth What happened to the typa spit that used to help a fellow out? No doubt, leave a rapper in a body cast And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate class Snotty ass, it's really like he was a white-belt Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt Wouldn't take their tape if they gave it free Maybe it's me, baby, it's V Throw down the key, y'all know how shit be In the naked city, rappers is so giddy That's no ditty, Vaughn so witty The way he take no prisoners and show no pity It's how son became a big man from a Black boy To name names, a really big fan of Dan Akroyd He feel they need to give him his own dance This his only chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance Or like a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smoking Or between Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken
iti las lista totusi pentru cand ai timp pentru ca al meu scoate vocile de tot inclusiv scratch-urile si suna ca naiba. 1.Parazitii - Omul din liftul tau 2.Parazitii - Avort verbal (scoate inclusiv vocea aia de la a mosul ala care vorbeste pe fundal) 3.Parazitii - Actiunea instrumentalul 4.Parazitii - Ultimul buletin de stiri de la ora 5 5.Parazitii - Praf 6.Cheloo - Strangeti bucile 7.Ombladon - N-am plecat 8.Ombladon - Intro (2004) 9. Cheloo - Fara Pic De Regie 10.Ombladon - O Altă Zi 11.Ombladon - Trei agenti 12.Parazitii - Fără Resentimente 13.Cheloo - Cand Ma Ia Flama 14. Cheloo feat Mark1one - We don't care
ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-yMWQY4y-iSo.html "Ultimul buletin de stiri de la ora 5" a fost facut de un prieten de-al meu. Ramai pe faza, ca o sa mai apara.
Bagi haș, nu vrei să te lași, bagi marijuana Le-ascunzi pe unde poți să nu le vadă mama Mamă, hai hai, hai să-ți zic direct Decât să-mi tai venele, prefer să mi le-nțep Stau cu acu-n venă și cu ochii-n geam Sunt călare pe cântar Nu se vede c-am băgat un gram Trag un fum fix în cap, mă port al dracului Se derulează-n fața mea istoria acului Sunt însemnat pe tine, ești pericoluoasă Deschide-mi ușa, ca să-ți borăsc în casă Se-nvârte tot cu mine, e bine C-am femeia sus pe bloc Să-i trag muie la-nălțime Toți privirea sus, care vor să vadă O femeie cu pula-n gură, sus pe bloc Gata să cadă Tu nu tragi, gogule, să nu mă minți Că mă spăl la pulă, cu periuța ta de dinți Azi lansez ideea secolului, hai știi Să creșten marijuana-n fața blocului, copii Bagi haș, nu vrei să te lași, bagi marijuana Le-ascunzi pe unde poți să nu le vadă mama Mamă, hai hai, hai să-ți zic direct Decât să-mi tai venele, prefer să mi le-nțep Bagi haș, nu vrei să te lași, bagi marijuana Le-ascunzi pe unde poți să nu le vadă mama Mamă, hai hai, hai să-ți zic direct Decât să-mi tai venele, prefer să mi le-nțep Zice mintea mea-n gându' ei: "Nu-mi găsesc locu'" Hai să mai fumăm un cui, arde-l-ar focu' Timpu trece greu, pe lângă timp alerg Nu mai am direcție, important e că mai merg Am o pulă și trei coaie Fix în sutienu' tău de baie Văd desene animate când te ard la ADN După ultimele calcule, fut un OZN Decât să mă duc dintr-o viroză Mor de supradoză, și mă trag în poză Din locația zero, transmitem în direct Un mod exemplar de-a ne chiauni complet Puneți mână de la mână Să facem mai multe mâini paraziții în efect Bagi haș, nu vrei să te lași, bagi marijuana Le-ascunzi pe unde poți să nu le vadă mama Mamă, hai hai, hai să-ți zic direct Decât să-mi tai venele, prefer să mi le-nțep Bagi haș, nu vrei să te lași, bagi marijuana Le-ascunzi pe unde poți să nu le vadă mama Mamă, hai hai, hai să-ți zic direct Decât să-mi tai venele, prefer să mi le-nțep
Confirmation of your worse fears Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers Back from the future, it'll make you more sober-er And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over I'm like, fuck it, bubble-baller Catch â??em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller Bastard, who could make G's faster Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered There's four sides to every story If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem to Maury Don't bore V with the "Glory, hallelu-ey" Crews be like, foo-ey he's just a buncha hoo-ey I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon" Umm but uh, he study rhymes and patter-ins Climb so steep sometimes the beat don't be mattering Sounded like a half-dead from scurvy band rock A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Hancock Maybe next life he'll try harder Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter More scripts ripped available for via barter Transport a stack to the lab via charter On the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya' What a guy, practice banging flies with razors And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasers Tell â??em when they come with more topics besides blazers Enough with the guns already, they're all toys and lames The joy's in the aim, he asked him, how's ya' poison game? Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so Accurate body blows to torso, thought so These flows you won't find in no "how-to" If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the shit out you Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch Just don't be near the mic when the on-button switch V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker Delivery to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker Coping more pleas than when a rap nigga bicker on And that's my word is bond, I think he call it "Lickupon" Umm, he wrote this one with a fever sick in bed With his dickhead inside a chickenhead No, a dead chicken's head, he said it help his nausea If he lost ya', wait â??til he tell you about the flying saucer Dag, the kickback'll leave your wig ragged For a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-Zag Survival, keep a rival in denial And bust what he got just for coming out his pie-hole Die calmer than a suicide-bomber V just the type to do a hoo-ride with momma Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn Told the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon
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