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Bài hát reverse do ca sĩ Puff Daddy thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat reverse - Puff Daddy ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát Reverse chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
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Lời bài hát: Reverse

Lời đăng bởi: nct.phongdq

I'll never stop
I don't give a ***
If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother ***ers
I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother ***ers can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, ***, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga
Hot mother ***er down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young and I'm at the award show
Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's'
I floss the most ***, *** the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
You came to get money man?
That *** been long gone, come on Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone
Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal from my rivals
Cross the T's and dot the I's and
Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around ***, it's the kid rapper's feelin'
You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere
Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and
Not caring, ***in' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come, what God would be if He was a straight G
Tonight, too tight out of a big ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide
*** the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge 'All rise'
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries Yo, I'm from the projects
Yo, but on the floor tied
Don't matter, we'll take up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive in church dressed in corduroy ties
Now I'm grown up and been married four times
Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot
And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch
Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts
Buy the cassette, rewind it to death
Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock *** from N.Y. to Tibet
You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt
You lost when you nodded your neck
Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check
Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz
I'm why you smell herb in the crib
Man, I'm out for doubtful, ***, I spit a mouthful
Indo out-do, intro to outro I'm the hottest thing spittin', so go warn your clique
Them niggas y'all look up to, is on my dick
Sauce mother***in' born to hit
I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some *** Look, you against me is really nothin' to see
Who, when, where, what it's gon' be
I don't give a *** if it's he or she
I'm the virgin of hip hop Nobody ***in' with me
I know your type, you a ride dick nigga
Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga
Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick nigga
Bitches don't cast stones down, they throw bricks
Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick
These nigga's the nicest? No, go fish
Sauce, you da best mother***er, no *** You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated
Observe it from over there, okay
Ain't it obvious we overheated
You talkin' that slick *** But I jus' know that you meant me
But evidently, you don't know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps
Come on and get some of our gun craps
I'll straighten out the nigga now When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse
When I glide the entire map
With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up
Put weight down, *** around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
Look in my eyes, I'm not scared
Sucka, you heard what I said
If you don't wanna get dead
No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla
The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule Don't hold me back, you bet
How many nigga's think they ***in' with mines
A nigga, God blessed with such an undeniable shine
I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure
Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester
Now fix your ***in' face up
Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the ***in' floor
Only the real mother ***ers belong
I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song
Bitch nigga You be the last to come and harass, reflect on the past
When I used to pull spine outcho ass
Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill ***
Long as I'm in this ***er, I'm determined to kill *** Zap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips
*** with so much dick in their ass, it's shrinkin' her hen house
Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger
Salute the legacy of these thoroughly recognized niggas

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