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royce da 5'9" - boom (street version) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ugh
boom, boom
tick_tick_tick
yeah
five_nine, ugh
yo

[verse 1]
i’m the verbal_spit smith wesson, i unload with sick spit
the quick wit could split a split_second
bomb with a lit wick expression
you hear a “tick_tick,” then you testin’
my saliva and spit could split thread into fiber and bits
so trust me, i’m as live as it gets
everybody claim they the best and they head the throne since b.i.g is gone
iff you ask me, they “dead wrong”
my flow is hotter than the flash from the cl!ck
when the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
you wind up in a room full of my dogs
i’ll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
so come, come, now, get p_ssed on, sh_tted on
tough talk turns to, “can’t we all just get along?”
you get blazed when the mic’s off, shot when it’s on
you probably ducked when they laid the gunshot in your song
my gun st_stutters when it speaks to you
utter sh_t to repeat to you
‘nough in the clip, to give a speech to you
me and premier, we kind of the same in ways
we both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
rap now is a circus of clowns
a whole lot of lip from cliques i’d prolly rap circles around
i’m the next best to reach a peak
formerly known as the best kept secret—i guess that i just leaked it
[chorus]
“tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb”
“boom, boom, bam, god_d_mn”
“royce 5’9″”
“tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb”
“boom, boom, bam, god_d_mn”
“royce 5’9″”

[verse 2]
i’m a motherf_cking star, i don’t battle no more
i provide the gun_clapping round of applause after your show
and we could go toe_to_toe ’cause they calling you hot
stepping around all your punches, like, “that’s all you got?”
every day, i’m meeting somebody and all of they peeps
quick to shake a n_gga’s hand and show me all of they t__th
and these b_tches—i be patting they asses
they be all dumb and googly_eyed looking at me, batting they lashes
rappers think detroit n_ggas not as down as them
or since that i’m down with slim that i sound like him
quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell
and say f_ggot sh_t to me like i look like l
my advice: quit talking, it’s over
i was knocking n_ggas out when you was knocking sticks off of their shoulders
i got dirt done in my past, i know y’all sweat
i got regrets older than some of you so_called “vets”
n_ggas say i found god with the flow
bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show
ain’t a n_gga touching mines
when you listen to my sh_t, you don’t chew, you don’t breathe
you don’t miss a f_cking line
every time i spit, i tick to show you it’s hot
leave me in the deck too long, i blow up your box—boom!
[chorus]
“tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb”
“boom, boom, bam, god_d_mn”
“royce 5’9″”
“tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb”
“boom, boom, bam, god_d_mn”
“royce 5’9″”
“boom, boom, bam, god_d_mn”
“royce 5’9″”
“boom, boom, bam, god_d_mn”
“royce 5’9″”
“boom, boom, bam, god_d_mn”
“royce 5’9″”

- royce da 59

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