Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Travis Barker
• Titre: Raw Shit
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
[feat. Tech N9ne & Bun B] [x4:] It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit". This that war tihs From the King of Darkness Can't stop this mob shit Awfully heartless In a minute, toxic, caustic Coulda lost your optic With a millimeter boss Get soft in it Pissed off this mosh pit Einstein, Tech N9ne shines Behind thine rhymes I'm signed to mine flyin' To find fine wine I can design lines That'll get me to climb dimes Pieces, them fine beetches Never tweet and just grind blind Get up out this pit You without sickness Better get in the back of me Before your mouth get split Never look at a killer nigga When you're on the curb [?] Get to pokin' out With some ladies do Think they man enough With a gun they be through But if Tecca N9na said He crew with it In a blink, I would do A 180 too We off what we all Sick and frost pit Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT! [x4:] It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit". In the middle of nothingness I'm the light in the void Sittin' on big rims, swollen Like they been takin' some 'roids You scared partner Cause you look kinda noyed Like I'm about to put hands on you Like Pretty Boy Floyd I got 'em sick mayne Somebody call a specialist Tell these haters, "Fall back And get up off that extra shit" Who want what with us? You gon' be the next to get Smashed up but your cuffers on it You'lla buy the naked shit Quit acting like what it is is And it's gon' be And you got no say in this situation It's all me They know me well from Third World To Zone Three And we gon' take this movement From Long Island to Long Beach Two trill, Wes is on the horizon So when the sun shinin' on us It shouldn't be so surprisin' You know we plan on you demisin' So playa you gon' be six feet and under While I'm 300 feet and risin', BITCH! We off what we all Sick and frost pit Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT! [x4:] It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit".