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juke (lab tv) - bar session feat. ramma كلمات الأغنية

[verse one: ramma]

yo, it’s ramma
muzzleflash, yo
big up merki on cam
ye know what it is
every time, listen, ey…

so why ye chatting that ye active when ye roll with kids?
nah ye team ain’t packing lad the kid’s a nit
bally on, in the lanny, make you go to bits
i know a kid the age of twelve holding major sticks
asking am i really packing? ask juke and cl!cks
and they’ll tell ye, that ramma’s got the sickest john
really though, swear lad, it’s the sickest one
it’s crazy lad, i wonder where his kipper’s gone?
give the kid a soul cause i swear laa he’s missing one
ain’t backing us you can suck where i’m p_ssing from
and ye know we’re living life like vip
and even if ye really tried ye couldn’t be like me
asking 21 questions and ye cid, ye wa? ey
listen… move, before you get smacked up
before ye ask, ye know the ramma’s got the dam budz
move, before you get smacked down
phone “metal ed” and tell him bring the mac round
muzzleflash bang lad ye know ye know that’s sound
muzzleflash bang lad ye know the team stack pounds
ey, i said ye know the team stack pounds
ey, i said ye know we bring the mac round
ey, i said ye know ye know that’s sound
muzzleflash bang lad ye know the team stack pounds
ey, and ye know we’re all rigged out
walk into flannels and the dough just slips out
need to saveaway lad ye know that’s a sick shout
mind of a man but i ain’t popping no kids out
i sit back to write bars get me mind going
get me pen get me tune get me rhyme flowing
listen what muzzleflash say, it’s mindblowing
look at the clock kid, catch up, time’s going
i make a joint but that’s not helping me
you’re smoking major chem kid i’m smoking “healthy weed”
i need a joint before bed just to help me sleep
kid stop asking major questions just let me breathe
so don’t be asking if i’m feeling good
you might have heard about the murder didn’t see the blood (?)
heart is beating day by day but i can’t feel the love
and i can’t see meself in life f_cking dealing drugs
tried hard but can’t leave the hood
i’m living rough but i ain’t sleeping rough
try to learn but you can’t teach enough
i deal sh_t but i don’t speak the stuff
no leona, but trust my heart is bleeding love
my life is slowly slipping bro i think i need some luck
times are hard if you’ve seen what i’ve seen bro
trust it’s cold on these roads i don’t mean snow
don’t wanna sell bud but i need dough
life’s pointless if ye let ye f_cking dreams go
packing dough you ain’t seen none of this bro
ye haven’t heard ramma’s bit with the sick flow
buying box after box cause it’s quick dough
dam budz bag it up let the sh_t go
telling plod? tell jukey let the pig go
she say she love you lad it’s only cause the b_tch broke
born poor die rich that’s the motto
make it meself i ain’t banking on the lotto
i ain’t dwelling on me sorrow
i bang shots till ye chest hollow
i used to roll with like five different sets of mates (?)
and then you realise who are the real fakes
plus ye good friends turn out to be snakes
i’m trying to tell you this before it gets too late
let me influence the choices that you make
trust no one, too many kids are two_faced
your own mates’ll leave you in knots like a shoelace
and most of ye boys will leave ye white like toothpaste
peace…
[verse two: juke]

yo! ye know who it is, jukey b
big up ramma
big up cl!cks
big up coxhill
big up the whole team
smashin it this year

listen…

yo i’m fulla bars fulla flows filling up pages
it’s jukey b and i’ve been spitting since ages
the vids getting views kid the lyrics contagious
it’s another gig and i be ripping up stages
you wan k!ll jukey? ain’t got big enough wages
haven’t got the boys to do big enough favours
don’t phone me aba l!cking off gauges
get the coxhill to go and shiv him up majors
snakes and them rats always see them two faces
if i see a jacking i’m always giving screw faces
i’m always on toes so i lived a few places
if i see an enemy i’m giving off chases
f_ck the court f_ck the judge p_ssing on cases
nicked in me trackies bizzies ripping out laces
constant harassment this sh_t is outrageous
and if i try and dodge them they whipping out tazers ouch
enemies are always asking what dye know about me
“fat man’s a fat rat but his flow is barmy”
if ye acting like ye packing better hold an army
don’t be chatting holding straps couldn’t hold a sarnie
jukey’s on the alizé kidda no bacardi
other rappers in me way then i’m going rowdy
as a kidda raiding cribs looking for the car keys
i’m on the ezzy driving round f_cking stolen audis
spit fire when i touch stages
i’m in court telling lies so i bust cases
no cheds on the line kid them buds hazes
rats wanna act sly cause this thug’s made it but
i ain’t stopping till i’m hanging
and what dye know aba popping up and banging?
my man ran up, and shot him where he’s standing (?)
now he’s doing life f_cking mopping up the landing
chatting that ye shooting lad ye shooting from an angle
ye chatting that ye shotting lad ye shotting major bramble…
and lad it’s nothing we can’t handle
and if i pull a shotty out ye noggin’s gonna dangle, ha
and you can get ye body leathered
12 gauge gang brother know i got me shotty bedded
when it comes to the dollar kid i got to get it
got the bobby got the white and kid i got the ched in
you can get your team clapped with the strap bro
you can get ye wig slapped for ye cashflow
trust kidda all me team’s active to stack dough
jump on the raptor lean back like i’m fat joe
the girl’s like “h_llo”, “jukey nice to meet ye”
they didn’t wanna know me now there’s rudeys trying to feature
i’m a moody kind of creature, moving sly to beat ye
lay and don’t pay ye’ll get a loony guy to teach ye
i spat flows, so what could you man show me?
i stack notes with no bump up the ladder owe me
i’d rather be a criminal than living like a scatty doley
patek philippes and then me standard roley
but it used to be a bally and an adidas
age thirteen and i was wishing that i had a strap
on the ezzy lad i’m scr_pping like an alleycat
trust me kidda i’m the definition of a scally tw_t!!!
bang!
boom
in a bit the firm

- juke lab tv

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