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[00:01.72]Thug Poet (Remix) - Kobe Bryant/Nas/Broady Boy
[00:03.23]Uh
[00:03.28]Uh huh
[00:03.53]You know what this is
[00:06.11]I'mma let 'em run around one more time
[00:09.96]I drop sumpin' on y'all
[00:11.65]It's like it's like
[00:15.25]What's it like
[00:16.34]My microphones and Glock nines
[00:18.28]Black I'm dipped in that
[00:19.73]The beats my mash jam you for the platinum you have
[00:22.51]Run it the illest watch me become it
[00:24.85]I'm here and took it bowling like straight to the wig
[00:27.51]Speak truth like kids tell you what you don't know
[00:30.41]Kobe Yeah he's real with the flow
[00:32.72]Kick in the do' wavin' the four-four
[00:35.19]All you heard was stop can't take the hits no more
[00:41.81]Ha didn't know I had your block on SWAT
[00:44.39]I'm CIA y'all nuttin' but beat cops
[00:46.86]I rock like my ma's mean name is coc*ine
[00:49.23]Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you 'cane
[00:51.99]Think you can handle Not get stripped when you rock
[00:54.33]Think again you find you lost your mind and judgement
[00:57.01]My confidence springs from watching y'all fall
[00:59.72]Aw forced to hustle rap in charge
[01:01.98]I'mma hop in your brain tell you whatchu thinkin'
[01:05.55]Yes I am speakin' but I ain't writin'
[01:10.34]So cold I put the ice in nicest
[01:12.67]You too broke to pay attention
[01:13.97]My style is priceless
[01:15.17]If you say murder that means I'm a Thug Poet
[01:17.62]If I say my mind kills that means I'm a Thug Poet
[01:20.21]If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a Thug Poet
[01:22.77]And when I lay it down it makes me a Thug Poet
[01:25.19]Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks of booze
[01:27.57]Shanks and twos it's the gangstas Langston Hughes
[01:30.18]My poems' about broken homes and Jesus peaces
[01:33.30]D**e is the Popes in Rome
[01:34.70]Poetical field thug overtone it's like what yo
[01:38.04]Bring it home we both go gone
[01:39.63]Pre-cord thought flow in the sober zone
[01:42.01]My life style chromosomes frost hope to clone
[01:44.59]The crack lust black dust and the gat bust
[01:47.09]The claps the lackluster memoirs of the black hustler
[01:51.45]Condos Beemers bomb hoes coke bags toe tags John Does
[01:56.76]Fiends skits them into the plane of day as plain as day
[01:59.58]It's hard to reach to smell God anyway
[02:01.92]Money think backdrop payin' gray
[02:03.91]Man rubber-gripped on that rainy day
[02:06.08]Peep the way I came to play
[02:07.76]One aim at the game reign and stay
[02:09.75]Every stain is straight from objective insane
[02:12.24]'Ey just don't know I'm two ticks from blowing a hole through music
[02:16.47]But I'm more than pimp-whoring him for the street wise
[02:18.93]You met the ren
[02:19.74]Cuz I open 'neath in the w**d hydrogen
[02:21.80]Jam my eyes to skin guide some of our wisest men
[02:24.83]Until the skies of sin
[02:26.51]I pray for the day we see you rise again
[02:28.94]Uh
[02:29.14]Thug Poet Street analyst is this the
[02:31.65]Thug Poet Hustlers bang out to
[02:34.12]Thug Poet Flows for your block Hip-Hop
[02:36.72]Thug Poet
[02:39.23]Thug Poet
[02:39.98]Aiyyo everybody know 50 ain't know how to act
[02:42.33]I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats
[02:44.96]Y'all got fat while we starved it's my turn
[02:48.02]Sh*t I done felt how a slug burned I still won't learn
[02:50.64]Niggas in the 'hood a-tell ya 50 crazy
[02:53.04]I had your moms screamin'
[02:53.87]They done shot my baby
[02:55.39]Son I yap your shine I clap the nine I slap you
[02:58.24]I'm that one of them niggas you wanna f**k with
[03:00.33]I spit the sh*t that make ya keep listenin'
[03:01.83]Keep my wrists glistenin'
[03:03.15]I left niggas alone and they still think I'm dissin' 'em
[03:05.39]I'm on some new sh*t S-Type baby blue sh*t
[03:08.04]Niggas talk behind my back but don't do sh*t
[03:10.39]I ain't looking for love duke I'm looking for respect
[03:13.06]I leave you with options like die or hit the deck
[03:15.63]I'm a thug poet you know what I came for the dough
[03:18.31]Clap-clap y'all niggas get the f**k on the floor floor
[03:22.35]Thug Poet

文本歌词


Thug Poet (Remix) - Kobe Bryant/Nas/Broady Boy
Uh
Uh huh
You know what this is
I'mma let 'em run around one more time
I drop sumpin' on y'all
It's like it's like
What's it like
My microphones and Glock nines
Black I'm dipped in that
The beats my mash jam you for the platinum you have
Run it the illest watch me become it
I'm here and took it bowling like straight to the wig
Speak truth like kids tell you what you don't know
Kobe Yeah he's real with the flow
Kick in the do' wavin' the four-four
All you heard was stop can't take the hits no more
Ha didn't know I had your block on SWAT
I'm CIA y'all nuttin' but beat cops
I rock like my ma's mean name is coc*ine
Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you 'cane
Think you can handle Not get stripped when you rock
Think again you find you lost your mind and judgement
My confidence springs from watching y'all fall
Aw forced to hustle rap in charge
I'mma hop in your brain tell you whatchu thinkin'
Yes I am speakin' but I ain't writin'
So cold I put the ice in nicest
You too broke to pay attention
My style is priceless
If you say murder that means I'm a Thug Poet
If I say my mind kills that means I'm a Thug Poet
If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a Thug Poet
And when I lay it down it makes me a Thug Poet
Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks of booze
Shanks and twos it's the gangstas Langston Hughes
My poems' about broken homes and Jesus peaces
D**e is the Popes in Rome
Poetical field thug overtone it's like what yo
Bring it home we both go gone
Pre-cord thought flow in the sober zone
My life style chromosomes frost hope to clone
The crack lust black dust and the gat bust
The claps the lackluster memoirs of the black hustler
Condos Beemers bomb hoes coke bags toe tags John Does
Fiends skits them into the plane of day as plain as day
It's hard to reach to smell God anyway
Money think backdrop payin' gray
Man rubber-gripped on that rainy day
Peep the way I came to play
One aim at the game reign and stay
Every stain is straight from objective insane
'Ey just don't know I'm two ticks from blowing a hole through music
But I'm more than pimp-whoring him for the street wise
You met the ren
Cuz I open 'neath in the w**d hydrogen
Jam my eyes to skin guide some of our wisest men
Until the skies of sin
I pray for the day we see you rise again
Uh
Thug Poet Street analyst is this the
Thug Poet Hustlers bang out to
Thug Poet Flows for your block Hip-Hop
Thug Poet
Thug Poet
Aiyyo everybody know 50 ain't know how to act
I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats
Y'all got fat while we starved it's my turn
Sh*t I done felt how a slug burned I still won't learn
Niggas in the 'hood a-tell ya 50 crazy
I had your moms screamin'
They done shot my baby
Son I yap your shine I clap the nine I slap you
I'm that one of them niggas you wanna f**k with
I spit the sh*t that make ya keep listenin'
Keep my wrists glistenin'
I left niggas alone and they still think I'm dissin' 'em
I'm on some new sh*t S-Type baby blue sh*t
Niggas talk behind my back but don't do sh*t
I ain't looking for love duke I'm looking for respect
I leave you with options like die or hit the deck
I'm a thug poet you know what I came for the dough
Clap-clap y'all niggas get the f**k on the floor floor
Thug Poet

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