Текст, перевод и аккорды “Trucha”
- [chorus] Masked with nylon with a can of krylon while on point see you through the walls we write on ride strong with a crew who’s considered sly cons high on this rush provided my wrong cops try to put a stop to my art and hip hop but they knock what we rock we got the streets locked juras don’t mix with pinturas catch us slipin and try shoots us we’re looters of virgin walls the no gutters writers reign supreme on the street art scene my team goes by the OPM kings rings and tight cliques we mix to snipe hits and be the uppest that’s the main thing catch graffitIwreck on my city set my committee gets respect well known with a gritty rep who step to the bomb yard with a fat tip tryin to get a name in this world and that’s it all my riding crews i say you know they're coming after you so everybody sing [chorus] i like to crash dance halls write all over the walls i like to rock builders ass stand 100 feet tall respect or street props i never got any then i met German phat and New York skinny now i'm known from coast to coast, east to west everybody out here be my alias i bust an old skool battle like MC Sham but instead of a mic i rock a twelve ounce can now we are all dressed in black mom and dad by the railroad track we began our attack watching for the cops and the sneaky rats so next time your out of a mid-night mission keep your eyes peeled for the *???*: they out fishing for all the young guns that like to rock it ain't even tripping on a mother-fucking *???* all my riding crews i say you know they're coming after you so everybody sing [chorus]
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