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letra de bar session 2 feat. clicks - juke (lab tv)

yo
you know what it is
back again
it’s cl!cks, you get me?
little bar session
my man juke, you know what it is
bringin the bangers back to yous
every f-ckin time
you know what it is
listen
look
listen
big up merki on cam
lab tv

[verse 1: cl!cks]

as i proceed to sin this life’s a game i need to win
the haze i’m breathing in releases stress from deep within
lad i’m mental to my bones kid you listenin?
the sickest thoughts don’t be f-ckin with this evil sin
so why ye going on, like you never heard of me?
i spit bars and cause murder like the purgery
you talk beef kid i’ll send you to the surgery
i k!ll rappers when i switch it up the third degree
you think i’m -rs-d about this ebola? kidda
you catch worse when your ma grips roller cola
but we’re scouse, brought up in the ghetto
i ‘member them days of causing murder over netto
i’m making sh-t up with my lyrics like they came from god
i spit bars and kick back spliff game of cod
your main don never banged till i gave the nod
so don’t be chattin that you’re packin you’re a major n0b
and loose lips sink ships so what d’you say to plod?
i’m active with the bally and the knife to take your wad
so don’t be actin all hype like you spray the glock
i put a 9 to your mind and your brain’ll rot
so what do you know about hardship my life’s a joke
i’m choppin bobby up in jock and selling white in stoke
i’ll rip my rogger out my pocket then i’ll slice your throat
i’m on the corner with my ozes until it buys me coats
and lad i’m never stoppin rappin till it buys me boats
i’ve got a bush up in the back in where i hide me notes
you know it’s me big cl!cks with them grimey quotes
smoke haze after haze, no snidey roach
sh-t, tag upon my left wrist
i got the bally lad i never even f-ckin missed
so don’t be chattin beef kid you don’t get the gist
.45 banged off and broke my f-ckin wrist
i’m active on the bikes don’t be actin the rich
i’m quick to call the team and leave your body in bits
i’ve got the shotty for nits so don’t be takin the p-ss
you’re talkin pure sh-t till i take off your lips
bang! you know what it is

yo
what is?
jukey b
big up my man cl!cks in the back
big up the whole muzzleflash team
ramma, streetz, leetz
big up don’t flop
big up everyone supportin
all the fans
gotta love it
listen
listen
ey

[verse 2: juke]

i go schitz when my mind is in it
so let me find a minute
you’re chattin clips never ridin with it
you know me bro i’m hidin with it
jumping out the bush and i’m firing with it
no survivin if i fry you with it
and even if i lost it lad i tried to win it
but don’t be chatting poppin when the guy’s a winnet
i haven’t finished nothin kidda i’m beginnin
and if he’s proper sorry i can try forgive him
but don’t be tryin if you ain’t respected
i f-ckin fry you like an english breakfast
the west wild but we ain’t in texas
best times when i’m taking xs
shakedowns when you ain’t protected
straight pounds i ain’t takin cheques kid
eight clowns try and make an exit
fake mouths that they make a bet with
you say round if they spray the tec kid
jake shouts that your mate’s connected
big roundhouse i’ll break your neck with
letdowns when you take a deck kid
i’m getting hounded for eighths of ched kid
it gets round when my mates collect it
no ounce till my mates have checked it
all my scousers to take a step with
i’m out here, and i’m major reckless
any chance that i can steal kid i’ll take your necklace
i’m a high price dealer got the flakey tested
i wouldn’t put it on my streets till my mate’s pressed it
won’t be chattin that we beefin when your mates have legged it
left you standin on your bill and lad you major begged it
you know i’m out for that dough i got the haze and ched kid
lad i know i got a flow but kid it ain’t perfected
smokin weed sippin voddy body’s been neglected
i remember sellin bobby out a foggy bedsit
always choppin never droppin cause my dog’d get sick
major punnies on the spot and kid they wanna test it, ouch
and if i haven’t got that piece kid i’m bladed up
i smoke man, like a shish full of hazy buds
lad i’m chattin slap shots at some crazy thugs
back full of black dots like a ladybug
trust kid we bang shots if you play with us
ha haaaaaaaa, your gang’s not gonna save you cuz
i ain’t f-ckin sat back with no lazy sl-t
f-ck tramps better act like a lady does
tellin me aba hardship?
15 and ot while you were in your ma’s crib
big dreams you know me i’m comin with them bars kid
enemies and ogs i never let my guard slip
popsy always told me that you never let your guard down
loudest is the weakest so you never play the smart clown
get it in your keeper trust me sonny it’s a half pound
if a divvy catch you slippin kid it makes your heart pound
bang!

- juke lab tv

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