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ard adz - nftr freestyle كلمات الأغنية

one life, live it well
we don’t live and tell
i’d rather pack my bags up and live in cells
if you rolling with a b-tch, you a b-tch as well
if you rolling with a snitch, you a snitch as well
no slipping, even i know that
i’ve seen some brothers with their eyes rolled back
i hope they’re resting in the sky though, akh
with some iphone app
to upload a ‘once-i-was-alive’ throwback
yo, my brother d lost his sight
but he’s getting on with life
he’s the flipping truth
most man are b-tches, and they’re b-tching about a missing tooth
and if you’re talking about humans with some lion hearts, both the [?] are living proofs
we smoke ganja, but we sold plenty
my brothers popping crazy wheelies off the ‘no entry’
because we unruly, your gun jamming cause your gun stally
about ‘nap me, you’ll never see the ransom
just a couple of angry brothers letting off some hand tings
some big dotty sh-lls, or some sh-lls out the magnum
it’s real like that, i’m spitting gully cause i feel like that
about pill me, get peaked right back
cause yo, in the hood sh-t’s crazy man remain the same
the feds are p-ssed when i’m changing lanes
you little living b-tch, living snitch
if you ever told, you better dig a ditch
i can flip a pack or i can flip a script
i got snaked by my brother so now i’m in the hood, strapped, with a pocket of weed
them man are like some cats, i had ‘em up in a tree
about you roll with a vest, i put a hole in your leg
when the feds come, i’m turning into bolt in the flesh
it’s like, nike trainers on with my nike coat
i’ll spin a new rapper with my 90s flow
if you don’t need the mash, let your akh use it
this is rap music, none of that dab music
i’ve never sent off an essay
i love my team, and i defend ‘em like pepe
smoke a likkle weed, and then bang a likkle reggae
i was cutting through the fields, i hope they free my brother ma
i’d rather hit the masjid, not a rave
f-ck a poking, i’d rather dash some acid in your face
it’s getting peak out here, it’s getting deep out here
i treat my brother’s beef like it was my beef out here
look, i’m on a bike, the plates ain’t known to dvla
h-lla cases, always sit and pray i see nfa
i hit the roads in year 11, with the black d and a
they hit my brother with a 7, cause of my dna
fast money’s good, cause a pension is far
f-ck the judge who sentenced my darg
blud, you said you won’t snitch
but the feds had you talking in the station for an hour like at nftr
you little p-ssy…

- ard adz

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