Correction Paroles Basic par Master P

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Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t
Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t
Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h
And you don't gonna love it but get off my, off my
Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t
Everything you talkin' 'bout real that sh*t
Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h
And you don't gonna love it but get off my pick

Window open, window open
We do not enter the doors it f**k a gangsta open
Everybody know get up, get down
If I say something wrong correct me when you our bomb like
Make that basic not alone
Make that alone
Make that wave
Make that really crowd this
f**k that
Jack your body
My walk your body
Now listen to the words, this is Pitbull
Activating your brains in hip-hop outside
In hip-hop outside
In hip-hop outside
In hip-hop outside
Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t
Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t
Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h
And you don't gonna love it but get off my pick

I know that your applause will never seen
Trust us, our community does not need
And the radio wave is already bursting out
But I'm just stirring up, this is just the beginning
So you better get it Compaq, right away
After me, four it's will intercept this oil
You know me yourself, I don't need to me
If you hear the name advise you
By day I'm a poet with powerful hip-hop
And at night - a vicious crime me
The bomb is with me, get ready, I will don't you motherf**ker

Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t
Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t
Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h
And you don't gonna love it but get off my pick

They are marching in infantry ford through
Natural, no gilding, one hundred two
No substitutes, additives or ladies
Have you seen this? The answer is pan
But the traditions are the same
Individuals that are already familiar today
Blockade on the way to your area
In a word, we achieve the return day
Slap triangle hip-hop nation about
We won't Laam for you banknotes
Do you want to get even that
Prepare your that sh*t in 2017?
Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t
Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t
Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h
And you don't gonna love it but get off my, off my pick

You guys, finally, I represent black people
2017 and Paul Johnson is the equal so
sh*t, I see you Jerry that
Three letters f**k, I am some everyone support
Don't pass by - verbal mines you are
Pay attention 7/7 here, this is my desire
Then it will be late, and we do not like it
We do not drive country, we do without complete
With us young from younger
Do not look for abstractions in phrases, everything is simple, like a ripple
The bit of mine that makes my head rock
In villages, cities, on cassettes and compacts
f**k that, anything you do, you do it right
Chopped beats and voices, buy and be mine
We are individually and together, you are
Boys and girls are with us and with you
We do not read for lave - lave, so what
Not with us yet? You are about to like it
Where our whole formation is against
A lot of people scream that girls don't belong it
And I warm them up with my turn it up you
I represent here and now turn it up you now
With the style of trap and dubstep
All I want now is to see hardstep
To know that is rushing you
Not catch the load, create movement, blackout now
Like me tell you what I need right now
Like me tell you what we all need
I need my green of the apple...
Run I won't Paul, run I can't stop
Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t
Everything you talkin' 'bout real that, real that sh*t
Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h
And you don't gonna love it but get off my, off my
Ay motherf**ker, I'm real that sh*t
Everything you talkin' 'bout real that sh*t
Oh yeah, back it as b*t*h
And you don't gonna love it but get off my pick

Yeah, hands up for the 10-7
Yeah, yeah, hands up for the 10-7

With me, my boys will seize the target
I don't wanna f**k, I don't wanna f**k
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna eat
In addition, I am the head of the women's hip-hop sweet, uh
The market is zero
They closed the door
And hide in the out
You need to live it
I don't wanna f**k
Stupid boy, do not be offended
Motherf**ker
Stupid boy, when we last saw that
Green for each other
Peace on my mind like a cracker
Thunder rolls from n***a, catch bigger
This does happen digger, the weekend
Maybe this is day, the dead sh*t the day
Dark clouds of clouds, people got bored
I don't know projection
Dark clouds of clouds, people got bored
Oh, I gonna have chance it this world, I never have one
Yeah, I gonna have a chance it this world, I was business a bad one

Yeah, yeah, yeah
In the world network, we are being wall
Our flav, shock wave, your love
Moving your head makes you what
Sounding to the limit, this beat presses
Blowing up speakers
Devouring the atmosphere
Breaks walls in the brain
Pieces boundaries
Blowing up speakers
Blowing up speakers
Devouring the atmosphere
Devouring the atmosphere
Breaks walls in the brain
Breaks walls in the brain
Pieces boundaries
Pieces boundaries, boundaries, boundaries
Blowing up speakers
Wind up speakers
Devouring the atmosphere
Devouring the atmosphere
Breaks walls in the brain
Breaks walls in the brain
Pieces boundaries
Pieces boundaries, boundaries...

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