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letra de bar session cypher - juke (lab tv)

[intro]

yo, it’s ramma
big up cl!cks, big up juke, big up labtv
yo big up merki on cam, you know what it is
yo, listen

[verse 1]

since a little kid i’ve been, smoking this stuff
i buy an oggle and it’s gone before the bag shuts
me mum says, “please stop this is bad stuff”
and i say “mum, are you mad, these are dam budz!”
ha, this d-mn kush
but i’m quick you won’t see me in no handcuffs
i ain’t no snitchin if you are you need to stand up
take your beating like a man and man-up, standard
you there grassin whilst your mates getting remanded
grass on me kid and the digs are getting landed
naked cable tied, you’re getting left stranded
you knew that it would happen, but n0body planned it
i swear, too many kids get me stressed out
i’ve let some demons go, don’t make me let the rest out
i’d rather get the zest out, take a pull and let the stress out
kids chatting blades so i go and get the vest out
put the shotty to your body kid i blow your chest out
and then i’m dippin
i’m always on road but you’ll never catch me slippin
catch me all hype it’s the alizé i’m sippin
me names ramma lad and you know i’m on this mission
of life, trying to live my life right
don’t wanna die young, wanna get some stun
whilst i’m still on this earth you’ll never see me in no slum
nah, i ain’t living like no bum
i hate the way kids say that they ride with a gun
but when it comes to the beef they’re the first ones to run
the type of little snakes to stand behind you not beside you
act like they’re your mate, set you up and then sly you
chattin that we’re sweet kid, you’re blatantly a liar
don’t care what weed you’re burning lad you know i’m getting higher
[intro]

yo, what’s happenin
muzzleflash finest, huyton’s finest
ramma, cl!cks
you know the score, big up heeley big up me other firm
know what i mean…

[verse 2]

listen, ey
you know the jukey got the fizzy ain’t no glass of the coke
wanna snitch me to the bizzies? then i’m clapping the joke
got my brothers getting busy and i’m backing them both
and if i run up on a divvy then he’s casper the ghost
you know i’m after the dough, so i’m stacking the notes
put my money in the safe and then i act like i’m broke
you can catch me in blacks spending grands on a coat
wanna lay and don’t pay, you’re getting grabbed by the throat
strangled and choked, this dipsh-ts acting the g.o.a.t
mans broke, so why you strapping grams of the coke?
i’m a don’t flop rapper lad i battled and choked
couple whiffies on me spliffy and you’re having a stroke
so you’re chattin that you’re packin? i’m the nastiest bloke
wanna chat about me fam? i’ll stab your nan with a spoke
grabbing ket up in the pool and then it lands in the smoke
won’t be rapping on your channel cos your channels a joke
age…15, started flipping the cheeses
couple man got jealous and tried to k!ll me with pieces
now i’m running in the crib and they be chillin with jesus
aiming at your wiggy when the sizzler sneezes
you’re chatting that you roll you only roll when you need us
i’m tryna’ stack dough for range rovers and beamers
lad i’m booting off doors when we rolling on dealers
you be rolling with the law when jukey’s rolling with demons
ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
trust me, scouse thug lad you know the dance
two slugs in your back when the chromer bangs
man has flapped off the lads cos we roll in gangs
chatting graft when this daft c-nts holding hands
trust i’m a scouse thug lad you know the script
two slugs from the beast and you’re frozen stiff
and i be running on these ezzies with a chromey stick
i’m no gel-ed but trust man’ll comb your quiff
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
[intro]

what’s happenin it’s cl!cks
you get me? big up juke, big up ramma
new muzzleflash member you get me?
upcoming, but listen though
bar session
big up merki

[verse 3]

lad you’re chatting that you done it but you know that you never
i’m the illest with the lyrics lad i’ve always been clever
plus i’m sick of little maggots at the end of my tether
and if you’re thinking that you box lad i float like a feather
kid will come like the weather
yeah tougher than leather
stick a dude in the box and send him off like a letter
i’m the illest with the flows, plus you’ve never seen better
truth from the booth kid
scouser with the f-cking cheddar
my leckys gone, no food in the f-cking fridge
i’m thinking “what the f-cks going on, it’s heavy sh-t”
i’ve been down, so f-ck being skint again
i’d rather grab me pen and cause a bit of beef again
i need to move fast, get the dough and cruise past
i’m getting quids whilst you kiddas get the shivers lad
listen to the truth, it’s nothing but facts
reverse the beat and get it popping like it’s combat
so listen charlie, you need to get us in the booth
cos me and juke are sick of l!cking bums and building zoots
lad i’m making pure music let me off the loose
i’m certified for the booth and that’s the honest truth
so lad i’m scouse, don’t tell me about the life you’re living
i’m the type of kid to take your sh-t and f-ck prison
so f-ck the system, the rich kids and poll positions
lucky kid done a runner cos i pulled a smithen
and i’m spittin about life just to get a livin
getting dough was never made out of wishful thinkin
lad you think it’s f-cking funny till i’m in the building
get it poppin leave the bodies in the f-cking building

- juke lab tv

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