Представляем точный текст композиции "Notraprock" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brooks Buford . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Notraprock» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brooks Buford передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brooks Buford - "Notraprock"
Lyrics to Notraprock : Brooks: Yo, we recording' Dude: Yeah Brooks: Ok. Hold on a minute. Lemme stretch out. B to the r to the o to the o to the k to the s to the B to the u to the f to the o to the r to the d Yeah, God straight fucked up when he made me Yeah go head buck up grab that mic Dont give a fuck if you scream all night You aint no rapper, quit that shit Stick to surfboards, suck my dick I came to clean house, punch and roundhouse Rhyme and run mouth, straight from down south Thats why all of yall punks got dropped Ill be the first to say, "Fuck rap-rock!" Im pumpin OutKast and Goodie Mobb What U know about La-Di-Da Boogie Down and the history How yall came up a mystery Ive lived this hip-hop shit my whole life And it almost took my life I die for this, bleed for this You want this, I need this Let the world go to hell, Ill still fill notebooks And I know just how that coke cook Couldnt come thru the front so I came thru the back With a band and a bottle of Jack Dog, I aint stupid, go ahead lets freestyle Ill be havin you lookin like a shit pile The ATL version of 8 Mile With a jumpsuit dipped in argyle Bangin four or five hos in the back of a Rodeo Driving down Rodeo With a shot gun in my mind MD 20/20 one more time One more flow, one more show One million hundred ninety-nine to go Keep it real. Naw, fuck that, make money And try to buy up the whole country Aint afraid to die so punch me Even rhyme with my head cut off like a chicken, stickin to my dreams Everything aint what it seems Come on dummy, run that game Southern boy with a brain You all slept didnt you Whole bunch for me, none for you I really hate to rub it in But I got all my publishing, thats right But anyway bustin on this mic Better than smokin on that pipe Some they hate, some they like Some they talk, some they bite Monday morn to Sunday night Lets get this party started right' Wrong! Break that bong, sing along Do a line til the break o dawn, til the money gone Back up that buck, its mine again Hijacked a truck of Heineken Looks like its time for a line again And how bout five Kolonapin And I start to grin and I start to dance I'm speakin' in tongues, takin off my pants Im blowin my whole goddamn advance And we aint gonna stop til the ambulance [ Notraprock Lyrics ]
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