Представляем точный текст композиции "NYC" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Darkim Be Allah . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «NYC» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Darkim Be Allah передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Darkim Be Allah - "NYC"
Lyrics to NYC : [Chorus: Darkim Be Allah] Peace to Queens, New York City They wildin, Shaolin, New York City And crooks in, Brooklyn, New York City And problems, Harlem, New York City Representin the Bronx, New York City Representin the Bronx, New York City [Darkim Be Allah] My clan melt it, the last man killed it White collar money, get piltered Street corner, fourtys get tilted Yo, spark that, when I speak math, dont remark back and start that shit, Pac you got heart infinite I hit like nine millimeter, so the Adidas Put fear God, in none believers Its jumped off, let your head down Take your Pumps off, niggas get it started To the lock-down and the party To all of my niggas, fame blown, came home touchin case Thugs on the block, duckin strays Purple haze highed up, right up Jumped out the wood, hoes look sharp Niggas get shook, hearts took, crooks Street crimin-al, learn his game as a juvenile Money in the fame, for the meanwhile Style like Priest and Tommy, The east coast and nomic You want that uncut, fuck with Donnie Im priceless, separate the men from the mices Name of the game on my dices See me bowlin, we got to know when to roll em And when to hold em, when to walk, when to do the Jesse Owens Donnie Banks, count what Im holdin at the table These niggas bust shots in your name brand Holes through your label, snatch all the ice off your cable [Chorus] [Darkim Be Allah] Before I murk out, pull a bird out Blew his shirt out, put the heard out, do my work-out Just in case Im in a place, no shells to replace I still spark flame, knuckle game to the face and haste, I leave him with his out-line traced up Do his ace up, laced up from the waist up The bound took my bass up, adjustin the treble Boom with my volume on the highest level The devil cant stop me, brawl like Rocky Strained like they drinked cocaine out of poppi You look sloppy, tryin to fuck with the all n all You cant copy, better duck nigga All of yallll call for help Ima go out for self, if it get too thick the whole click get felt, never knealt Never lost my belt, cuz Im lethal You aint my equal, talk to your people [Chorus x2] [ NYC Lyrics ]
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