Представляем точный текст композиции "Death Dance" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brotha Lynch Hung . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Death Dance» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brotha Lynch Hung передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brotha Lynch Hung - "Death Dance"
Lyrics to Death Dance : Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks Thats real Bout to show you somethin new, dont worry about it Uh-huh, yeah [Verse 1] Never had a life, never had a wife Id rather have a jack knife and creep through the night See my mind aint right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn) This grind aint right, Im supposed to have fat stacks Certain people in my life, they didnt have my back Its hurtin deep and Im still fightin to make a come up, you know what So I put the gun up, and I picked up the mic Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool) Do the death dance, I dont wanna see your hands til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks We tote glocks and punch holes in em like polka dots, scopin plots Its nothin, I handle raps like I handle lacs Plus I, I handle this like I handle that I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs How many times must I have to spit, patna' And how many nines must I have to grip' Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and I hit up your block quick And if you cant see it you must got glock-coma Im sicc in the head and Im not sober [Chorus x2] Do the death dance, (Cmon) Do the death dance, Cmon I dont wanna see your hands Do the death dance [Verse 2] See, Im tryna do damage to your soil Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil Im hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb too You must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all cool Ive been stressed out, lookin for the best route Sendin out death certificates, whats this all about' Ima be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna I had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uana Crooked like every daytona, get that Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out Put one in, take one out I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh) Im that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news Its cold blue and I can make your body cold too He aint the only one, we got heavy right out the Chevy And its a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty Aight, everybody get ready [Chorus x2] [ Death Dance Lyrics ]
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