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vic spencer - sony walkman كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
uh
what is this kind of sh_t
think like
i want you t play this type of sh_t all day
you feel me?

[verse 1]
overconversing, [?] the least
i’m from the streets, skinny n_gga but my rhymes obese
about to be the best n_gga alive no doubt
day in and day out i think about my music route
i like driving in my lane
some n_ggas need speed bumps because they be riding with lames
passengers flexing like they is the driver
hood n_ggas with cash don’t have an investment advisor
the bars go over your head
but i know the time and location like a disco head
i’m already over the edge
just hand fired flounder on jewish rye bread
getting high with the living dead victor never scared
i was in the same room with my enemy and nothing was said
f_cking internet thugs
if you look white you can’t say n_gga to us
catholics got to church on fumes
and afterwards sniff the exhaust fumes
the flow darker than prune juice
with dirty rice as a side dish
bake canada goose was the main course
your broad was the main course
the melody in the lyrics had to attract the force
fourteenth president was franklin pierce
fourteen day notices [?]
peace to my aunt, what mother f_ckers eating for lunch?
domestic love feasting on c_nt
jefferey dahmer on your style
i ain’t been on the scene in a while
but my presence still felt elsewhere it’s fun to see me now
keep me away from mainstream
if you heard my sh_t you could say the same thing
i’m not for the average listener
in hip_hop i’m a political prisoner
this sh_t deeper than rap
i still go to the hood, chop it up with who’s receiving the pack
(what up my n_gga?)
i’m good like nasty sh_t when you’re high
come through with that flashy sh_t you gon’ die
it’s like that
if you can’t box still fight back
if he a airhead n_gga lay his kite flat
gone on nicotine just to hide the smell
i stash the tres_five inside the twelves
n_ggas on the move like darts
blaze up then raze up, drink all the brew at the park
younguns hooping on cracked concrete
old n_ggas spit rocks on cement cause the hypes be geeked
’96 i was in the back of [?]
trying to get me some top (what?)
them other n_ggas just sit on the block (yeah)
i don’t miss that kind of sh_t
but i miss the records rappers made cause it sounded like this
[chorus]
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
h_ll naw n_ggas don’t
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
d_mn please bring it back
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
where that sh_t go
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more
left vic spencer to be hardcore
motherf_cker

[outro]
i’ll take that sh_t then you feel me
try to bring it back
i might dub this on tape
[?]
they don’t make this kind of sh_t no more you dig?

- vic spencer

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