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trax - 64 shots freestyle lyrics

64 shots freestyle

[интро: trax]

c’mon , yeah , ah
murda, yeah , trax, ah

[ куплет 1: trax]

ваше время истекло дешманские уёбки (time’s up!)
уже не помогут на ебле татуировки (никак нет!)
это взрослое дерьмо , совсем другие люди (sh+t is different!)
вылетишь из тапок blow your top off + call of duty! (krrrah+pa+pow!)
весь ваш hustle это переехать в москвабад (that’s it!)
отлизать кому+то жопу , прыгнуть на контракт (i swear to god!)
вы хватаетесь за clout никто из вас не plug! (you ain’t sh+t!)
слышал даже из вас кто+то стал долбиться в зад! (ха+ха+ха!)
бык на капоте машины (lambo!) , крутые шмотки на стиле (designer!)
большие жопы в бикини (модели!) y’all talk about it i live it! (i live it!)
стаканы с promethazine’ом (lean!), огромные магазины (extendo!)
луизиана , флорида + я жил в этом блядина!(yeah!)
самый чёрный орыс залетаю like a boss (boss!)
говорю «n+word» n+gga f+ck you talkin’ bout? (n+gga!)
черти дают задний + оппы делают moonwalk
разъебал студийный сэйшн и запрыгнул в svr
[куплет 2: juwelini]

(jewelz!)
no introduction needed (no!) no hooks, no cap, just speaking (no!)
me and trax got some different (yeah!) but they ain’t got nothing decent (wooh!)
rocky, big shot, nah call me undefeated (yeah!)
they all the same not gifted you tried to diss but speechless (ha+ha!)
you made a buncha tracks on release big fact, sh+t wack, they don’t need this (no!)
that’s the sh+t i don’t like chief keef (bubu+bang!) go to chill, i’m strictly business
sb the juwelini y’all can never confuse my drilling
now i’m givin’ you 16, feel it , go on, rewind, repeat it
tell ’em brah, that i made a lot (made it!) they want mills, but ain’t done enough
makin’ drills, it ain’t soundin’ hard but this back2back, you get bodybagged
nah, like weezy wayne, i’m just spazzin’ out
i’mma flame straight outta dragon’s mouth! talking rude? i’mma burn ’em down!
ride or die, 365! rappers all regular, 9+5
can’t move similar, i’m about that life, about that grind, no wasting time (nah!)
this 2021, yeah definitely f+cking mine
i have a legend right behind ,trax got something to rhyme

[куплет 3: trax]

y’all n+ggaz b+tches can’t relate (you can’t!)
i from the trenches heavyweight (from the ghetto!)
прямо в печень + sugar ray, expensive sh+t + far+fetch, ebay (far+fetch, ebay!)
мы upper h в этой игре, you goofyass your sh+t is lame (ya sh+t is lame!)
по+русски ты ебаный fake , не переигрывай ок! (ok!)
your sh+t don’t fly in here! right here!
ain’t certified in here! (you za fake!)
not allowed in here! (neva!) , and you can’t supply in here ! (no+no+nah!)
boss sh+t , definition og no competition
hot sh+t like сомали + жарко как в могадишо yeah! (hot as h+ll!)
my lingo ruglish + сука, блядь undisputed (да+да+да!)
my barz so tough sounds straight like a south brooklyn (brooklyn!)
i f+ck with n+ggaz from jamaica be like weh yah seh ? (weh ya seh!)
i had my haitians on the block , n+gga sak pase! (sak pase!)
so you better be cool off, (cool off!) ‘coz i got tools can pull up! (skurrt!)
on foreign whip from europe, full off my goons сука! (rrah+pow+pow!)
suv lamborgini ,(yeah!) исчезни как гудини (yeah!)
благословили этот бит , trigga and juwelini (blessed!)
[куплет 4: juwelini]

even now i’m k!lling rappers words are weapon they can’t stop us (can not!)
yeah blocka+blocka b+tch i’m bustin’ at em flocka
naah i’m back up in the trenches, drill ain’t real, you devastate this
i said “badboy gettin papers”, bouta get that mill no drama
simply the best like scorch
(wow!)
k!ll every drill that i touch
(yeah!)
only if you knew who i was
this boy be on the top like dutch
(wow!)
full clip, classic, semi+automatic (classic!)
i switched the flow, then drop it, rock it
let’s get back to the essence trax so loaded, back with a weapon
call me juels, gon’ shoot you with blessing
nah izza fiction, call it a reference (brrr!)
all they do is depression
when i’m on a mission
deadly intentions
if they ask me “why you k!lled with no reason?”
i’m like: just released the tension (nah!)
punches heavy, izza hardcore, i am rocky not balboa
rappers so soft, they don’t want war
they never held kalashnikov
bro are you mad? who you trying to stop?
movin’ too reckless, outta control
you won’t a death wish, nah i’m raw
anywhere i go, i’m desperado!
upper h, you bouta win! cheyah!

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