Salut ! Donc voila je suis new , et j'ai commencé a rapper , mais rapper en anglais , donc je vous post mes lyrics , et si vous pouvez me dire se que vous en pensés ....
I Get that hype,
Listen to my music ,
I can see nigga fly,
A beat shit , a loop high ,
Use this shit for a flirt,
Make you did mad things,
Until Ya Lay on the ground ,
Holes in ya shirt,
You listen to my song long as super-dick stick your mum,
As ya daughter takes valium,
My criminitality makes my mental,
My flow is subliminal,
I don't hit 'em with a tec ,but with my rhymes , G' ,
Diss respect me, game pussy ,
Take in ya flava , push me ,
'till i get that hype ,
Smokin blunt and crack pipe ,
Hustlers in the streets want to know ,
Who slam harder
My Flow or my trick-flavour ?
Niggas loockin' fo' action
Tight as pulse fiction ,
I get that hype , Nigga !
Chorus : -
Gunshot in the beat
I'll Repair 'em with lyrics shit,
They say me the stylical,
Like Biggie the lyrical,
Welcome to my world,
Destroy' Soloist or a Group ,
Whiteskills, Here's the scoop ,
I kill G's MC's on a slow or fast beat,
You has You challenged me on a battle shit,
A rap of tie against a rap of skill,
An evidence you collapses
As the pockets of one characters,
Dealers in every street corners,
The reigning king in the street is the poorness,
Not so far , we almost there,
Realize that the life isn't so unfair,
If we give means , we can make it ,
Whatever,
Mic's are like candy ,
I eat 'em Until there anymore,
I make the subwoofer rippin' on the floor,
I can see your fears on your own tears,
You dread the skeleton skills,
the worst , the real of the wills,
To make it was just a dream,
Now I Tote glock and tec 9,
They asking me how are you doin'
I say i'm fine , I'm chilling and jocking,
feeling and fucking,
Bring back the 90's hip hop in the 2000's,
One of my particular specialty,
Niggaz require a certain mentality,
It's going good they heard me,
They are listening ,
No need to here by sitting .
Why go in a daily struggle,
Another day , another juggle,
