Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Remble
• Titre: Juco Product
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.
It's Remble Mama, I just sold a dime for a dub Mind you, I'm walking with my nine in the club Irritated, but I'm trying not to cuss Just made a hunnid, but I'm trying not to brag I be tryna slap your music, but you lying in your raps Never been the type to jolly-tick and never go big Homie drop the pack on me, I pick it up and get him gone Hey, free the kids, but I get jiggy on my own By myself, and I done wobbled up at twenty-eight healthy Ran to the ring, I was like, "Give me my belt" Clicking that thing so much, the semi might melt In other words, infant might blow you Yeah, you say you from the streets, bro, but the trenches don't know you Man, y'all must been animated before Goku LGM be turning off your Roku Heard a button make it automatic If you see lil' brother creeping down the block, don't panic He turned his soda into Wock', no magic (No magic) Old boy BM just gave me top, no really (No really) Her baby daddy be outside with no billy, nigga silly Can't decide, so I just picked up both Gleeks (Both Gleeks) Whoever didn't plead the fifth, the police (The police) Forty-eight hours in the trenches, no sleep (No sleep) That's my brother, so don't mention bro, please On the set, the last nigga, he got hung by his neck (What the fuck?) Heard the bell, then he got rung by a rep, what he say? My daddy told me checking ain't cheating (Checking ain't cheating) You bought the blower, but you never gon' squeeze it, what he say? Why you got a shiesty on with no opps? (No opps) They let my father out the feds, go Pops (Go Pops) Run it up and pray my legs don't stop (Don't stop) In other words, Speedy gon' get it on the hood Before the foreign, we was leaving in a civvy (In a civvy) Nigga nice, ain't met a demon in a minute (It's been a minute) Wish the streets were the same, but it isn't (But it isn't) Where's Remble? Probably somewhere in the kitchen cookin' up And I'm not telling you my sign, bitch, look me up (Bitch, look me up) Hard not to cheat when your side bitch look good as fuck, like what he said Free the homies, nigga diamonds in the rough Don't know too many Crips grimier than us, what he say? Talking that shit that really fire nigga up I lose my cool and probably fired on a bum, what he say? Don't pop it to me, you inspired by a punk You smoke the stress thinking it's fire but it's bunk, what he say? Some them wish a nigga would, told them step, free the hood, what the fuck did he say? Dodging Ps, T-Mac and all light and all that Dead homies, it's Remble