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letra de hip hop & rap - da homlez

[verse 1: homeless]
i dropped out of school, so i never had a job
my belly’s always hungry so my food i had to rob from the richest
the people that hold the business
and when i got the food then i’d run with the quickness
and i’m runnin’, i’m really runnin’, runnin’
straight down the block and no, i never stop
when my belly’s on e, i fill up my tank up
i shake up like an earthquake when i crank up
i flare up and tear up like a firecracker
boom! did i do that? the latin rapper
i do, i did, i did, i don’t, i did, i do
i’m a chickaboo, i’m a chickaboo
i throw heavy blows to your dome
to all the wack mcs that couldn’t rock the microphone
chickity-chow meow to all the kitty cats
it’s the wicks the homeless get and it’s like that

[chorus]
hip hop and rap, yeah that’s where my heart’s at
sk!lls, relax, kick back, and get ill
hip hop and rap, yeah that’s where my heart’s at
sk!lls, relax, kick back, and get ill
hip hop and rap, yeah that’s where my heart’s at
sk!lls, relax, kick back, and get ill
hip hop and rap, yeah that’s where my heart’s at
sk!lls, relax, kick back, and get ill
[verse 2: hobo]
well, it’s about that time for me to get paid
relax, kick back and get ill on stage
been in the game since the age of 16
a dirty old bum, you know what i mean?
i wanna come up so i can hit like a bat
no more strikes because my skin is black
i want a big house down by the sea
so i can live large, drinking on my kiwi
but you don’t understand what the h-ll i’m going through
harassed by the cops every time i make a move
get on the floor punk, get on your knees
please, who you think i am?
cook that kid there, you read the script and set your big lip
who you think you pimping? punk get a grip
i’m telling you, man, i ain’t with all that
so jack but it’s all good. yeah, it’s all good
man, it’s all good and i’m a class act

[chorus]
hip hop and rap, yeah that’s where my heart’s at
sk!lls, relax, kick back, and get ill
hip hop and rap, yeah that’s where my heart’s at
sk!lls, relax, kick back, and get ill
hip hop and rap, yeah that’s where my heart’s at
sk!lls, relax, kick back, and get ill
hip hop and rap, yeah that’s where my heart’s at
sk!lls, relax, kick back, and get ill
[verse 3: homey]
yo a hip-hop rapper with every reason to be happy
lip-talking homie, i can bump skid academy
grab me if you can but you can’t
i will slip through and slide cause i’m like skinny man
i run with your cash, and stash it by my can
yo i got plenty, you seen this boogie man
i ain’t saying sh-t far away from my hero
mcs hear my raps and they freeze like sub-zero
the bureau, id, i’m checking feds off
mcs to a battle and yo i take bets off
ha-ha-ha to the raps that i flow
and twinkle little star, here i come, here i go
with a kool-aid smile so you can see my t–th are yellow
and don’t get mad cause you’ll come short like a willow
poo-pow, macoo, a big bomb explosion
i spit lyrics of food drop in my spit ocean
with no commotion or hesitation yo
i rock the mic representing for a hip hop nation
an invasion that went large from the start
and i’ll never stop til the day that i drop

- da homlez

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