Представляем точный текст композиции "Add On" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Show & A.G. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Add On» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Show & A.G. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Show & A.G. - "Add On"
Lyrics to Add On : (feat. D-Flow, Lord Finesse) [Lord Finesse] Its Lord Finesse, the rhyme vet Like Bigge, Im "Ready to Die" but it aint my fucking time yet I bring the noise like static, I cause havoc When I grab the mic I pack a party like traffic You know my style, I got the hip sound I should be a construction worker, the way I be tearing shit down One of the best, you ought to shout it Bust a niggas ass and wont give two thoughts about it Word, I hunt you down I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around I slay beginners, sautee contenders Shit, and be damned if I dont walk away the winner I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks You know what Im saying' (Yeah, I can dig that) Im gifted, my rhyme is wicked When it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the Diamond District Im the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest Chickenheads know my status For those thats waiting to doubt Im a play like Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth and "Straighten it Out" Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!) A.G. my man (Add on, add on!) Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!) D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!) [D-Flow] Check it, I got the herb to bomb your brain Im a threat like Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my name I flow the same in a competition I break them clowns into something different, buck em with the fucking Smith & Wesson, MCs never leave my section Finger on the trigger, I figure I kill that nigga for stepping I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous Ignore the style and get bucked down, child With the three-pound pile, BLOW! How you like me now' The new improved Flow, you know how I do so Whatever, a motherfucking terror like Cujo Im out to get mine, I want mils, God Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred Its D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go Chop him like a kilo and let him die [A.G.] And then Im a add on like arithmetic Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with Im on point with the snakes and fakes Aint the one (Think I am') You get hung like drapes And its proven, point blank thats the conclusion Seeing me losing, its all an illusion Like the raw ism, Im a kiss him when I hurt him Then desert him, because the Show & A.G. shit is sickening Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical Promote the glock' No Im not I use it as an art, aint got the heart to disrespect hip-hop Time to breeze, now Im gone, the Greats is rolling strong So add on and on Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!) A.G. my man (Add on, add on!) Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!) D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!) [ Add On Lyrics ]
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