Представляем точный текст композиции "In The Music" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Roots, The . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «In The Music» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Roots, The передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Roots, The - "In The Music"
Lyrics to In The Music : Yeah! Im from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere So if you into sightseein, dont visit there Its somewhere between Jersey and Delaware Philly never scared and them niggers aint timid there Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there It might start, but the fight never finish there They all fucked up, tryin to get the gingerbread A few stacks be the price for a nigger head Cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians Clips and revolvers, and Georges and Benjamins A celebration of the loss of your innocence To your old self, you lost any resemblance They say the city make a dark impression The youth just lost and they want direction But they dont get the police They get the protection And walk around with heat Like Charlton Heston Its in the music Turn it up, let it knock Let it bang on the block Til the neighbors call the cops The cops gon come But they aint gonna do shit They dont want no problems What, are yall stupid' Its all in the music Its all in the music Its all in the music Its all in the music Its in the music Turn it up, let it knock Let it bang on the block Til the neighbors call the cops The cops gon come But they aint gonna do shit They dont want no problems What, are yall stupid' Its all in the music Its all in the music Its all in the music Its all in the music Its kinda ill How we grip these bitches In the Bonneville Its kind of a thrill My mind it will spill My nine, it will kill Of course, bro, like crossbow I bring the force though Hittin your guts Splittin your torso Its colder than the North Pole Livin unlawful Im givin you a jawful Of somethin awful Yo, my theoretic is leaded Will come and set it The shit bang and leave you diabetic For paramedics I spit flames and get dames To get change With pitbull bark And lock the shock Dont bother me, och Dont you dare lie to me, och I dont know who this nigger that you try to be, och Benefit of doubt Had me think you in it for clout Big shit, sent it for route And finish him out Joints stiff from rigor mortis While we swimmin in waters Women with daughters Will have us niggers Sinnin with orders Its in the music Turn it up, let it knock Let it bang on the block Til the neighbors call the cops The cops gon come But they aint gonna do shit They dont want no problems What, are yall stupid' Its all in the music Its all in the music Its all in the music Its all in the music Its in the music Turn it up, let it knock Let it bang on the block Til the neighbors call the cops The cops gon come But they aint gonna do shit They dont want no problems What, are yall stupid' Its all in the music Its all in the music Its all in the music Its all in the music [ In The Music Lyrics ]
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