Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

소리


상호 작용


난이도


악센트



인터페이스 언어

ko

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
쿠키 정책   |   지원하다   |   FAQ
1
등록/로그인
Lyrkit

기부하다

5$

Lyrkit

기부하다

10$

Lyrkit

기부하다

20$

Lyrkit

그리고/또는 나를 사회적으로 지지해 주세요. 네트워크:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gucci Mane

Beef

 

Beef

(앨범: Lunch - 2015)


Hey Man, this the squad phone number's three letters
More money, more bitches
(This is a DJ new era exclusive)

Your nigga's a pussy, we smack him around
Pull out my pistol, I'm backing him down
Running your mouth, and I'm running in your house
Call to my nest, and we jerking you down
You buying a ounce, and you breaking it down
Hop in the house, and I'm burning it down
You walking away while I'm talking to you
With this A.K will hit you until you die
Desert will hit you, it will take off a leg
Death on your fingers to get to the bread
Came from the country, I served my family
That's why I tell niggas to rock better lead
Hit in the head for something you said
Torture a nigga, I wanted him dead
You leave me no options, you telling the feds
The apartment was white, but I painted it red
Fuck a red girl while you deep on my dick
You love me so much, she check pay me respect that's twice on your neck
Came on the Chris and got shot in the chest
Cut off your fingers and cut off your thumb
And I want you niggas to throw up your set
Killing the driver and shooting the passenger
Back seat niggas can't get out the rest

[Chorus:]
We dissecting beef, we eat these niggas flesh [x3]
Brick Squad for life, nigga inked it in my flesh
[x2]

I tell my nigga dissecting beef
He eat that niggas flesh
Cold world, I see that nigga breath
School of hard knocks, got my heater on my desk
Being head for my school while I'm cheating on my test
No beginning, it's the end of you
Burning on me, raising temperatures
You are not a fucking killer, but gather all my niggas perpendicular
Back when niggas was younger, you were the lamest
Yeah…I remember you
Facts upon me, no servina
Serving nigga no suprena
No nigga, I ain't no killer but don't push me
Came in the game, we got good seats
Real nigga know I ain't squashing no hood beef
What nigga? Don't front nigga, you're a fuck nigga, shot nigga
Free my nigga ride though, and R.I.P to the dump nigga

[Chorus x2]

I don't owe you niggas shit, fuck favors
$64, 000 for this rollie, fuck the haters
I, I don't owe you niggas shit, fuck favors
$64, 000 for this rollie, fuck the haters

[Chorus x2]

완료

이 노래에 생소한 단어를 모두 추가하셨나요?