Представляем точный текст композиции "Punch Out..." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cocoa Brovaz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Punch Out...» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cocoa Brovaz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cocoa Brovaz - "Punch Out..."
Lyrics to Punch Out... : (feat. Xun Tsu & The Most Talented) [set to the beat of Mike Tysons Punch Out for the NES] [Michael Buffer] Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls Lets get ready to rumble! [Tek] You got me lock, more flavors to drop Once me bust, no shots we take bop Burns they gun, done cheffed up they block Smokey Lah get whats in the dead rock We like what fire, when shots fire You say your eye bust buyin then we aim higher Never retire, Imma street cyer When your ten boys are dead, even more fire [Steele] Nigga we all timers, all you niggas are small timers With alziners, Tek n Steele the lost rhymers Chart climbers, start drama, spark ganja Affiliated with deep scholars and street mobsters New Yorks an author, Notorious like Big Poppa Cuz I know killas thatll leave you missing like Hoffa You cats are imposters, we show rockers Cloak poppers, show glocks off and turn to show stoppers [Chorus: Steele] You rappers cant even hang with me Cant handle the game like me Get on the blaze, cuz on the shame and sweat Do it for days, it aint no thing for me, nigga You rappers cant even match with us Cant handle the track like us Dont know a man that can stand with us And no game, you rappers cant handle us [Xun Tsu] Aint no motherfuckin thing changed, its Xun Tsu The same cat that loved to lick shots at your crew, Im back New tactics, new plans, Xun Tsu dented shit like the Son of Sam Its mask murder, this industry aint seen nothin yet We blood thirsty, niggas best protect they neck Xun Tsu, and my military you get wicked like voodoo Hittin em up, take two Never assimilated, Im not a Blood but affiliated Weed smoke keeps me stimulated Who you been with, see my niggas I sent with Its scared in the same room, next bed shit Is you bout it, words quotable so dont doubt it Got soldiers thatll have you moved out and re-routed My infantry got you runnin like El Nino For cats that bust nine-millies and quattro cinquos [Chorus 1/2] [Michael Buffer] From New York city, New York Wearing the red trunks with yellow trim And weighing in at 120 pounds [The Most Talented] Ya try to pull a roll on my eyes, imagine that I pity the itty and livin the lie The all I seein, Most gon peep it all in the game And show mistake made dog, cuz you and two are the same Never that, now who be the one that spray for the fool You know the name punk, body up in I.C.U. Its how yall do, to be hold to feel the wrath of the lord And little fame god, your soul trapped off in the morgue Mess around, you thought you was smart but I can forsee Anythin an imbecile try to hide it to sleep Believe me, I know the rules and Im on to you You smile at me, but Im hip to the things you do You feel the flame, and leave a mark symbolizin my name The Most Talented but known to leave a rapper in pain You the amateur, try to score a point on the champ The lone soldier be the Most, run a muck in ya camp, Game Over, uh [Tek] You the lyrics from my mother flucker, shots from my bun Lyrics from the mother fluck like a nuclear bomb See me come and lady dance with me, chris and one And the con underneath made it drink after one [Chorus x2] [ Punch Out... Lyrics ]
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