Killin' Spree - Roc Marciano/CRIMEAPPLE.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Crimeapple ./Roc Marci
[00:12.774] Uh, felt bad, I did
[00:16.102] I felt bad, I felt bad
[00:18.668] Trappin' keys like a trapeze, minus the need for the balance beam
[00:21.689] Still got to that fetty without the trap queen
[00:23.715] No ads, I'll give your team half the magazine
[00:26.505] Please, somebody call the fashion police
[00:29.394] Clapped up your rental, shattered the window, broken glass in the street
[00:32.596] It's a tragedy, his better half was in the passenger seat
[00:35.528] My shooter got so many bodies, prob'ly [?]
[00:38.371] Hammer a thottie, ****ed everybody, more bodies than Sammy and Gotti
[00:41.976] But first, every hommy gotta be ran by me
[00:44.300] For every dime served in lobby, murder and robbery
[00:47.219] The streets was wild back then, even T-Boz had a MAC-10
[00:52.684] Never know who bangin', it'll be a rude awakening
[00:54.789] When you naked tryna locate where your bracelet is
[00:57.295] My Jamaican b***h pass it to me like Jason Kidd
[00:59.873] Babycakes, that's a great assist
[01:02.115] I just had to lay it in
[01:04.899] Lay it in for the win, maybe even bang it and break the rim
[01:07.863] Went crazy in the gym
[01:09.398] I told them niggas, "Get down and lay down" like JBM
[01:12.137] Hopped in the grey BM'
[01:13.188] Don't throw the baby out with the piss
[01:16.522] It is what it is, when you MC light, then your paper thin
[01:19.161] Thin like a vape pen, slim as a inmate's chance to escape the pen
[01:23.103] The triggers on the hammers is hairpin
[01:24.843] Yeah, pimp; my Atlanta b***h suck the air out a blimp
[01:28.551] That's the cherry on a banana split
[01:52.037] When Marcberg dropped, I couldn't afford a modem
[01:54.034] Was disconnected at the moment
[01:55.227] When I heard Reloaded, cheddar had started flowin'
[01:57.340] Got some Os of petroleum on the elbow, the scale broke
[01:59.647] Almost got derailed when twelve felt close; I couldn't fail, though
[02:03.115] Then hell froze over, I flexed; I might neglect the Rover
[02:05.939] Pull up slower in somethin' white interior, the next deSouza
[02:08.961] Met the quota, I laid vocals that's compressed with coca
[02:11.730] That's the focus; I could write a poem and finesse the POTUS
[02:14.684] Check the motives; for a check, I don't respect the motions
[02:17.676] Had to shake my ex, now the organs in her chest is broken
[02:20.631] Grew up on Goya, now it's often oysters I'm enjoyin'
[02:23.502] Sure, I'm a goyim, but the lawyer I'm employin' readin' the Torah
[02:26.442] My silhouette and aura caught her, bet it wet her [?] up
[02:29.469] Shorty wanna link with some E that's blue, that's Internet Explorer
[02:32.485] Hallelujah, gotta thank every connoisseur, I been through it
[02:35.436] Got it out the sewer, had to treat a booth like it was a tiny school bus
[02:38.346] Provocateur, pockets filled; all the twat velour
[02:40.996] Poppin' off, I'll stomp you wearin' silk like Tupac Shakur
[02:49.942] Sample
[02:50.406] When—you're a writer, too, you've written some great songs.
[02:52.466] When you write, what comes first, since you're a musician also,
[02:56.109] a great trumpet player? Does the music come first or the words?
[02:59.304] No, I, ah... I usually put the music together. I put the music together, then the words come