Reks - The Molotov lyrics
[Reks - The Molotov lyrics]
One, two, three, shit
I throw a Molotov fall from the ruf top
Now how ride it? No my team it's too sadist
I am sort of what you call a recorder
A lyrical case to start over
Power to the paper call it
'can't rap, no more, i split order
Miracle, lyrical authors 'til
They know positive, it's only you
Can swallow, I'm the main washed up '
When I doc in the top '
And come now one of us
Get down when the gun's out
Your body's inhe paddle
No square in the hood
When they think they ready to hustle
So, let's go get the papers
Seven am and I'm waking up my neighbors
Revolution, cocktail, blast in the speaker
You're rich 'ause I'm just down '
I must now speak to the beat
Cause my the rhythm '
Every since feed us consider in ' us
Cause, I was born in a bus'
I've been better then I ever be
Have a since, have ain my intelligence
To be reveled
To not go to any lever that they ask
Feeling it, yes I am
Keep killing, come again'
Hurt a little bit to be this sick and it not
Click no enemyi'm realistic
One, two, three, shit
Pain attention, reballs this old shit
Once some come get some, in thisboy
The voices and noises in head
Telling me to hang up
I'mma sells all, right in this '
Please don't be freeing, I amto the '
Get back to me, so how can we
Be equivalent, no sure
Not go sure to say we're similar
So I just bust it all when I am pilling on
Pussy got typical, play boy, send a '
When the coal when the flow
When the walls disappear
I would be here snapping head shot
Slap in the chap, chap, chap
Over the night 'and the mean '
Many of you panic ' and repeat 'big, big
Big deep in the streets flow out of here
Top and see
You could be nice with that might don't like
' yo, go get your bread with no hesitate
And it's on fire and it
Along bong-bong-bong had a gun, little boy
Republic enemy, ', he finish yea
One, two, three
I throw a Molotov fall from the ruf top
Now how ride it? No my team it's too sadist
I am sort of what you call a recorder
A lyrical case to start over
Power to the paper call it
'can't rap, no more, i split order
Miracle, lyrical authors 'til
They know positive, it's only you
Can swallow, I'm the main washed up '
When I doc in the top '
And come now one of us
Get down when the gun's out
Your body's inhe paddle
No square in the hood
When they think they ready to hustle
So, let's go get the papers
Seven am and I'm waking up my neighbors
Revolution, cocktail, blast in the speaker
You're rich 'ause I'm just down '
I must now speak to the beat
Cause my the rhythm '
Every since feed us consider in ' us
Cause, I was born in a bus'
I've been better then I ever be
Have a since, have ain my intelligence
To be reveled
To not go to any lever that they ask
Feeling it, yes I am
Keep killing, come again'
Hurt a little bit to be this sick and it not
Click no enemyi'm realistic
One, two, three, shit
Pain attention, reballs this old shit
Once some come get some, in thisboy
The voices and noises in head
Telling me to hang up
I'mma sells all, right in this '
Please don't be freeing, I amto the '
Get back to me, so how can we
Be equivalent, no sure
Not go sure to say we're similar
So I just bust it all when I am pilling on
Pussy got typical, play boy, send a '
When the coal when the flow
When the walls disappear
I would be here snapping head shot
Slap in the chap, chap, chap
Over the night 'and the mean '
Many of you panic ' and repeat 'big, big
Big deep in the streets flow out of here
Top and see
You could be nice with that might don't like
' yo, go get your bread with no hesitate
And it's on fire and it
Along bong-bong-bong had a gun, little boy
Republic enemy, ', he finish yea
One, two, three