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letra de hip hop y'all - da homlez

[verse 1]
when i was a shorty used to cruise my mom’s bucket
i sit up til it broke down then i rode the bus
mad rhymes i used to bust
i pulled my pants in cuffs, pull em saggy as i could
cause i never gave an f’ looked like a crooked little jacka
don’t jack me cause i’m a dome cracker
wreck you in your own game cause i’m not a sucka
and i can write a rhyme in a minute in a speed
so call me mr. speedy, the one who wrote graffiti on your tv
then i left with a blinker, something’s gonna begin
it’s a freestyle session, if you know what i’m sayin’
and instrumentals drop then the mic is gripped
where the strong surviving mcs get mad great
it’s the beautiful moment
is why i love it, wack mcs get lost
so every two time by begging the funk, spitting the red rhymes
hip hop is back and all of that
is why i chill and get paid, relax to the phat track

[chorus]
hip hop y’all, yes yes y’all
freestyle y’all, who’s next y’all
hip hop y’all, yes yes y’all
freestyle y’all, who’s next y’all
hip hop y’all, yes yes y’all
freestyle y’all, who’s next y’all
hip hop y’all, yes yes y’all
freestyle y’all, who’s next
[verse 2: hobo]
i do damage to your lungs like you smokin’
guess who’s next, it’s the hobo and i’m rugged
mother urghh don’t let me get stupid
i freestyle from h-ll and back and i’m still loopin’
a phat track of hip hop i beatbox
like ronnie b-bok a nasty donk, punk
now read it in a paper, here comes the bums and we got sk!lls
don’t bite my concepts so stay tipped
or better yet take a pill cause your brain is really aching
you don’t know a d-mn thing of how we made it
like jimmy crack corn and i don’t care
ima hit that blunt until i get scared or wicked
like a pitbull when he lock jaw on your neck
when i flow you applaud
now give me the mic so i can get hype and flex
and put all your p-ssy cats in check, now who’s next

[chorus]
hip hop y’all, yes yes y’all
freestyle y’all, who’s next y’all
hip hop y’all, yes yes y’all
freestyle y’all, who’s next y’all
hip hop y’all, yes yes y’all
freestyle y’all, who’s next y’all
hip hop y’all, yes yes y’all
freestyle y’all, who’s next
[verse 3]
well i’m next, the great next, mic check so go flex
so one, two, three, four, representin’ catch wreck about my b-boy blues
i got my first suede shoes and they were pumas
the bums got some money and fools scale the rumors
ya humors, ya lose it, the mic yeah i choose it
and like a phat sample, d-mn imma use it
all over dough, catch me sober and if you do
then call me a crossover
and until that day comes rolling along
i still mack the girls, hit blunts and make songs
as long as i stay true to the game
ya hip hop real, so watch the history pass the name
keep rocking the mic, seriously down you shouldie
and if it wasn’t me i- (it takes time to get signed)
with phat beats and hard work
i stop ya silly kids and leave ya feelings hurt

- da homlez

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