T.I. - 24's (24-ые)

Текст песни: Yeah, for all my real A.T.L niggaz That's Right it's the dopeboy anthem I said we getting our [Chorus: 2x] Money, hoes, cars and clothes That's how all my niggaz know Blowin dro on 24's That's how all my niggaz roll [T.I.:] In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drankin, and I've been smokin And flying down 285 but I'm focused Four fifty four SS, I race Porsches White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton" Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings And the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin in The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin Sign pictures buy a onion of good and throw the deuces I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet Skatin' makin' [Chorus] [T.I.:] I made a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest And a civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I rather flip my ki's Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese My diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P Broad buffin' like a baby do a binky Five karat VVS on my motherfucking pinkie Half of Hennessy and Belvedere What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads What the hell you niggaz thinkin Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall 24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin I'm calling out shots like a pool shark My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine And shoot at your ass for a long time But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click they'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang 'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the [Chorus] [T.I.:] I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now Bragging about pistols at the house, when I'm strapped right now Keep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right now Want act right now, get smacked right now Hey, I'm above a motherfucka, i don't know to back down Clown down here fakin' frontin Talkin bout what you makin - nothin I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin I'm raised by the niggas gettin head from the jays Lose ya leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K Stay ready for the raid, pay heavy from the yae I told my class "Kiss my ass", I make a livin' everyday [Chorus]

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T.I. – <p>TI was born in 1980 in Atlanta, Georgia and was raised by his grandparents. He started rapping at age 7, skipping school to hang out with friends. As a teenager, he became involved in street life and dealt with drugs - by the age of 14, Clifford had already been arrested several times. However, fate was happy for the young musician - he was noticed by the managers of the record companies and signed a contract with him even when he was a teenager. TI&#39;s first album, produced by The Neptunes, was called &quot;I&#39;m Serious&quot; (2001). Despite contributing to the recordings of many fellow rappers, sales and critical reception of the album were very modest. Critics claimed that the artist demonstrates potential, but so far his tracks sound too monotonous. The release of the album resulted in the artist&#39;s separation from his first label, Arista Records. TI launched its own label, Grand Hustle Records, where, with the help of fellow DJ Drama, began releasing mixtapes of various artists. On the same label he also released his second recording, &quot;Trap Muzik&quot; (2003). This release was more successful; however, in the same year, TI went to jail, as, apparently, did not abandon his drug dealer business. A month later, he managed to get out of prison, where he managed to illegally shoot a video clip. In 2004, TI released their next album, &quot;Urban Legend&quot;. This disc was already truly successful - two Grammy nominations and a number of other awards.</p> –
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Автор Слов: A. Davis, C. Harris
Writer: A. Davis, C. Harris
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Yeah, for all my real A.T.L niggaz
That's Right it's the dopeboy anthem

I said we getting our

[Chorus: 2x]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro on 24's
That's how all my niggaz roll

[T.I.:]
In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
Cause I've been drankin, and I've been smokin
And flying down 285 but I'm focused
Four fifty four SS, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys hollin "what's hapnin", kid runnin in
The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin
And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin
Sign pictures buy a onion of good and throw the deuces
I ain't hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet Skatin' makin'

[Chorus]

[T.I.:]
I made a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
And a civilian in the tigthest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I rather flip my ki's
Been payin my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese
My diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know its me
Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P
Broad buffin' like a baby do a binky
Five karat VVS on my motherfucking pinkie
Half of Hennessy and Belvedere
What we dranking, pimp squad send for broads
What the hell you niggaz thinkin
Young nigga spendin weekends on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm ballin
I'm calling out shots like a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks
Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine
And shoot at your ass for a long time
But I'm a get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the click
they'll be lookin for your dick wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs
Spit game at a dame, make her ride on this thang
'til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the

[Chorus]

[T.I.:]
I'm not boucing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I probably still be trappin if I wasnt rapping right now
Bragging about pistols at the house, when I'm strapped right now
Keep on talkin folk, I'll lay you on your back right now
Want act right now, get smacked right now
Hey, I'm above a motherfucka, i don't know to back down
Clown down here fakin' frontin
Talkin bout what you makin - nothin
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothin
I'm raised by the niggas gettin head from the jays
Lose ya leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K
Stay ready for the raid, pay heavy from the yae
I told my class "Kiss my ass",
I make a livin' everyday

[Chorus]

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