Correction Paroles Behind Barz Freestyle - Part 2 par Aystar

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Yea, yea, scouse n***a sh*t
You know what the f**k it is
Let me hit them with the standard flow
Or should I hit them with the poison flow
Or the scorching flow
Got so many flows, I don’t know
I just give them this to portion all
I’m on some real n***a sh*t, what do you want
Got 2.6 million on 2-1
When the phone rings, I’ve got 2 won
In fact, I got a pew on
If I’m on chase with me and me mate, than that’s two gone
SAF still got his two rings on
I’ve still got me two things on
Stand by in case, if he have to get a few mings gone
The ends is gone mad these days
Shootout every day, man have got things and things on
Deck, cheers, when I hit, man fold
When I press bang, the slugs’s gonna sit man
Make ‘em flip back, like hitman
I’m on the gully side of town, where the drama is
Similar to where Osama lived
Gunshots on the reg-gy, starting talking to the fed-dy, only got hit in the leg
Yesterday you talkin’ gangsta tho, talkin’ pure grease
Them man were talkin’ gangsta tho, ‘til bro left for a squeeze
Anytime you hear my bars, its’s rolled grease
If I pull up on your block, leg shot, that’s so knees
Head shot make man face split open for p’s
No pod, that’s for p’s
He said the weed’s dead, I said: what, that’s raw cheese
Just for the cheek, pass his on your p’s, and pass the weed
Let me show you how to master P
‘Cause when it comes to robbing weed, I’ve got a master’s degree
Listen, the kids is still cotch with the smithing
I’m still snippin’, I’m boppin’ and dippin’
Tryna avoid the plod, don’t wanna end up going back
n***as still be like the scouse kid be flowin’ mad
n***as still be like the scouse kid be doin’ bits
I’ve seen ‘em hangin’ out the window tryna burst it at these pricks
Little pricks, try come in the b*t*h, you get plits
We got clips on clips, and we tryna get more clips
And you can get clipped for thinking you can talk sh*t
That’s awkward, we don’t forfeit
When it’s beef, we load up the things and go to war
Shoot to score, or we don’t shoot at all
Might just press 0-1, and thus finesse the whole bowl
Me and Giggs and then finessed the whole tour
Now I’m back on the ends, need to connect to throw four
I do sh*t you wouldn’t even get to do
Meet people you wouldn’t even get to meet
You only see them on the TV, you don’t see them on the street
But they phone my phone wanting to meet
Phone my phone, when they want weed
You only phone when you want P
Little tramp you probably still robbin’ phones you little thief
Little geeks had the same clothes on for weeks
Me n***as OT same clothes on for weeks
‘Till put holes in your face for dem o’s in your cheek
Should I’ve gold in a safe with these flows and these beats
Should I’ve the sweats the way I’m holdin’ these heats
Talk sh*t, and you’ll be holding these sweets
Man get active, we be rollin’ in Jeeps
Rollin’ deep, you man are maggots, rollin’ with geeks
Clap and move across the border using whole different deeds

Scousematic, you twat

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