Представляем точный текст композиции "Miller Boyz" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tru . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Miller Boyz» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tru передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tru - "Miller Boyz"
Lyrics to Miller Boyz : (feat. Ghetto Commission) [Silkk talking:] Silkk the Shocker nigga, C-Murder nigga, Master P GC nigga, Tru what the fuack yall wanna do [Chorus] Halloway We them down south killer boys Ghetto commission and them motherfucking Miller boys think its a game well fuck around and kill you boy On the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boy [Halloway] Im trying to make a million of this rap shit And blow up like a fat bitch My entourage is thick Nigga No Limit is the shit My grandma awlays told me Id be famous But she never told that i would hool up with these gangstas Body bangers [''']bitch we hungry like''' I be part of TSO until Im up out the alter I got ['''] aint no warning me Im heartless aint no running me nigga Dont ever stunt on me nigga Ill fucking crush you nigga [Valerio] Im about to put my foot in a niggas ass physically abuse Misuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruise Beat a mother fucker till a bitch cant move Tru niggas refuse to lose Tote guns to murder fools Coming with rumming If niggas aint respecting the flame Ejecting bullets with nullets taking niggas out the game Im stealing outlaw Still dodging cop cars TSO and Miller Boyz riping niggas apart [Chorus x2] [T-Spade] Its the red eye pistol packing rapping assassin The last one blasting Late night outfit ski-masking I got your backbone subtracting Itchy trigger finger action got me ducking the law Hoping to change I bust a brain and cause a flame on it fo It aint no thing to me fo I got the game in me fo TSO Tank Dogs playing you raw Shit talking nigger crosser Ima toss ya, Ima flip ya, Iam punch ya, Ima kick ya Motherfucker get a picture We real niggas [C-Murder] Just a little a ghetto boy A motherfucking Miller boy, killer boy Put that pistol in a pillow boy Ans smoke you and your motherfucking mom come on and play dumb And watch me leave you in the rum Like a old pair cheesy ass shoes on the proch Crush you like a roach And burn you like a torch Pussy ass niggas dont last to long Im down south where them real niggas roam [Chorus x2] Silkk the Shocker I remember when i used to carry crack, I used to carry gats Now they got a fake ass nigga in the hood walking around carring bats You know I cant be having that Lucky I left the heat alone, beef alone or I would have been buried black You know the shit I spit bitch ya heard Ha what sit on on the curb Niggas think they funny know you can get it six a bird Thats why I flip birds You fake ass niggas got on my nerves Im from 504 we aint no joke Nigga give up your fucking dope [Master P] Grab a camera take a flick Miller Boyz and TRU click Bustas get dealt with hos get some dick So hail to the streets cause young nigga we run this See me life aint nothing but weed and money A couple cars, a couple houses so we never go broke Hotboy got the dope Man ['''] in the ghetto See no limit is the army and we the soilders The Ghetto Commission and TRU click thought I told you [Chorus x2] [ Miller Boyz Lyrics ]
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