Текст, перевод и аккорды “Burn One Down”
- feat. Flipsyde [Styles P] Ghost Vinny Idol nigga YEAH~! Flipsyde [Flipsyde] + (Styles P) And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn..) Burn one down (this song.. the fuck..) And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN.. YEAH!) Burn one down [Styles P] I don't care if it's a blunt or a mic right If it's daytime I'm lookin forward to night lights Real street cat, but you know that I'm nice right And I ain't got to cram, but in a minute I might write And I don't want that, I want somethin that burn long A lot of money and a long career that could earn strong Burn one down this time with the Flipsyde Burn one down for the homies with sick rides Burn one down; I'm the one that put the fire on the track I'm the +Ghost+, so I got the hood, +ridin+ on my back Ain't no front door, I'm the one slidin through the back You want heat? I'm the one that's providin you with that What? Nigga [Chorus: Flipsyde] + (Styles P) And I'm gonna burn one down (Set or strip, it's money to get, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Dutch or wood, club or hood, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Mic on rapid, know what I'm after, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Crew or click, wheover you get, nigga) Burn one down [Styles P] Third one down; if you in the top five rappers then you should be a concerned one now I take anybody, one turn, one round Just to get the crown, keep your round on the ground None of y'all is big, not to be funny but none of y'all is Big, keep talkin that king shit none of y'all can live, cause I be on the streets where none of y'all is, it's funny y'all is talkin 'bout how much money y'all get But I'm 'bout to show the game how cruddy I get Burn one down like a log in the fireplace Whoever think they're the king well come along and try the ace Yeah, nigga~! [Chorus] [Styles P] Burn an MC like an arsonist Tell him I'm the hardest in the game when he market it Seven-six-oh, L.I. and it's carpeted Five blunts rolled right up where the locket is, YEAH Is that so ill, I spit like the flames out the back of the Batmobile; yeah I rap but you gon' be a rat fo' real, D-Block Double R nigga clap yo' steel Burn one down, in a dutch or a wood or a Swisher Sweet If it's goin down watch the whole hood lift the heat And I'ma blow cause it's my turn now Pass the dutch motherfucker, I'ma burn one down Yeah! [Chorus]
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