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Скачать плюс минус mp3 файла песни Эти шаги должны помочь 👇[Verse One - Suffa] This is for the heads that's loving the mix My people in the front, all covered in spit Batters in the box, Suffa to pitch Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us So jump with us, down in the front if it's Your flavour, come get drunk with us This life turned out nothing like I had planned, why not? By now I should've had some land Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand But I got nothing, I write rhymes on the bus I keep suffering; fuck the lines of the dust You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row
[Verse Two - Suffa] I got hip-hop taste buds I wanna hear that bass when I make love I wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up Write rhymes to get me through a break up, bitch! Rough like whisky straight, no chaser Went through fifty breaks, no flavour Till I found this one, and made the Bass hook with the drum, my saviour This is the comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack It's so tight James is saying give my funk back One track, eight track, a-dat, residual Noise, man fuck that, we clean with the digital Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me Throw your hands in the air like you're hailing a taxi And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk bro? This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row
[Verse Three - Suffa] People don't complain if Suffa's in here And you're in the front row, all covered in beer And club owners don't say 'the place is wrecked it's your fault' If the roof is on fire it's an electrical fault Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live Like Friday night footy, in my hoody can hide I Gets live on the breaks son, like pace one Lads, if you're heading to the bar grab your mates one Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey I got like half a mill in monopoly money There's no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand Or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadafi a Dinner date, followed by a funk show We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row
