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letra de break into 70's - deala

[intro: deala]
oh, yeah, deala n henry gold are about to talk ’bout past
they gonna represent n wreck it
it must be a real phat stuff as usual, check it out

[1 verse: deala]
break into that time
the stuff there was superb even the d-mn rhyme
no any time machine
dat stuff takes modern rap into the m-th-f-ckin’ bin
my homie g gets into that real phat track
wants to put himself n his hood on the map
long cars, a small amount of hoes
dat what we come across on the streets
only real hard n funky phat beats
find the hot chicks on the beach
yeah, n-ggas makin’ thе rap activity outside
respect еach men regardless they are white
everybody in the hood is acquainted with each otha
no one dealt cowardly with anotha callin’ his brotha
on the weekends got a real dope party
get assembled there even with a nerdz n nutties
it could be easily to get the buddies from anotha studies
means there girls could f-ck in a facile way with a man
and no one actually didn’t give a god d-mn
[hook]
break into 70’s
these years are too imperative
the main thang is it’s da one of the coolest time ever
the phat rap songs started since 70’s are forever

[bridge: deala & henry gold]
– henry, ya know what this topic ’bout
show everyone what ya got
– oh, yeah, i gonna make it dope, ‘cuz we are broken into 70’s
and ya know, i gonna talk ’bout myself n how hard the life is in here is, homie

[2 verse: henry gold]
huh! back in to the 70’s with my anties wearing panties
now h.g is known in all cities
i think they are coming for my soul in the kitchen
i’ll never miss the meeting
you don’t wanna know how my life has been
everything never worked for me
life was so hard for me
but right now i keep on making money
right now i just need that honey, d-mn back in the 70’s, things was very easy
right now things was never easy
even when i wasn’t lazy
i got deala, i’mma k!ll ya, sing hallelujah i’mma eat ya like a suyah, d-mn
made my first hit back in kenya
don’t know all my life never
give on coming dap, coming in my heart henry gold, i don’t f-cking give a d-mn if you wanna be my part
i made that hit
[hook]

[3 verse: deala]
was too much stuff to do n each day was replete
cars were too phat n they can’t be called dirty-cheap
represent it to make y’all feel dat atmosphere
this song is similar to ‘make yo’ ass dance’, yeah
goin’ to casino after bein’ on the street all day
playin’ honestly n avoid of bein’ throwned into the bay
way of the livin’ was too phat
everyone didn’t give a sh-t ’bout stupid fat cats
‘cuz people lived like they wanna
don’t shoot anybody n simply travel to the rome, huh
am not dat m-th-f-ckin’ political rapper
just ill-strate the real stuff n absence of the ho slappa
wheneva somebody got a problem
everybody tried to do best to help n neva f-cks him
dat was some kinda the clue to the success
the society was not ideal but it wasn’t messed

[hook]

- deala

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