Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Brooks Buford
• Titre: That's What You Get
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.
That's what you get tryin' to muscle me That's what you get tryin' to hustle me 'Cuz I'm not afraid, I'm a player, I don't get played Come runnin' that game and you might get sprayed That's what you get tryin' to hustle me Yeah, I been through a lot, but you don't know that I can lose everything and bounce right back From the punks and the thugs, to the rats and the snakes From the shady ass girls, to the frauds and the fakes Cross me and you're gonna suffer three-fold You'll be diggin' ditches til you're frickin' fifty years old I tried to be cool, tried to cut you in But you pull that crap so you lose, I win Do Do, Do Do, Do Do So what does it all mean? That's what you get tryin' to muscle me That's what you get tryin' to hustle me 'Cuz I'm not afraid, I'm a player, I don't get played Come runnin' that game and you might get sprayed That's what you get tryin' to hustle me Do Do, Do Do And I can't understand why you still wanna race Everything you try to do just blow up in your face And I wonder if you get it, you should know by now Get out of the way or get run down with a plow That's what you get tryin' to muscle me That's what you get tryin' to hustle me 'Cuz I'm not afraid, I'm a player, I don't get played Come runnin' that game and you might get sprayed That's what you get tryin' to hustle me I know that you think you have to lie I know that you wish that I would die I know, but it's not happening You pity So what does it all mean? So let me break it down Spell it out for you You're driven by fear I'll make it more clear All of you murderers put me here Like Van Gogh cut off his ear I'm the best new artist this year Pour gasoline on my brain You're lame, thanks for the fame That's what you get tryin' to muscle me That's what you get tryin' to hustle me 'Cuz I'm not afraid, I'm a player, I don't get played Come runnin' that game and you might get sprayed That's what you get tryin' to hustle me That's what you get No friends, no phones, no girls, no dough, no ride That's what you get No love, no peace, no gun, no slice, no pie 'Cuz I'm not afraid, I'm a player, I don't get played Come runnin' that game and you might get sprayed That's what you get tryin' to hustle me That's what you get tryin' to muscle me That's what you get tryin' to hustle me