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letra de takin a train - richie cunning

[hook/interlude]
takin’ a train, takin’ a train
takin’ a train, takin’ a train
takin’ a train, takin’ a train
takin’ a train, takin’ a train

[verse 1]
yeah, let the ride begin
they vibe to it as soon as richie applied the pen
the fine tuner got them losing their mind
and the music that i’m doing make ’em never wanna rhyme again
i’m times ten over drums and loops, make a move, son
i’m stupid dumb off 100-proof
and i ain’t never been one to shoot
but any rapper that wanna get it can get a 21 gun salute
you ain’t got to fuss who it be
if it was hot, it must’ve been me
how many more spots do i got to crush before
they know enough not to f-ck with rich c?
the first line got ’em sweating, what happens when i
double the dose their knees shaking off a couple of quotes
even rappers that got beef saying, “f-ck it, it’s dope”
so keep playing it like the pause b-tton is broke
i charge nothing, the best things in life are free
call it a gift, son, ain’t n0body nice as me
the flow priceless, i don’t speak righteous teachings
or the meaning of life, i just write to beats, boy
hop a train from the tip of the park to civic centre [?] market
and that’s how i’ll live till i die in a sh-tty apartment
in the heart of the city of darkness
till then, i’ll be…

[hook/interlude]
takin’ a train, takin’ a train
takin’ a train, takin’ a train
takin’ a train, takin’ a train
takin’ a train, takin’ a train
takin’ a train, takin’ a train
takin’ a train, takin’ a train
takin’ a – takin’ a – takin’ a train
takin’ a train, takin’ a train

[verse 2]
yeah, let the ride continue
got it running as soon as cunning applied the pencil
and you can catch it live right in front of your eyes
as long as there’s a train stop outside the venue
i tell a punk rapper, “give me a reason”
“pretty please, lemme show you why richie a beast”
i speak cold ‘cos my city is freezing, my flow is
a hurricane, and yours is a caribbean breeze
and you can bet your -ss i get down
f-ck a mic check i mastered this sound
[?] get a bottle of jameson, watch as i take it to
the neck and p-ss this sh-t ’round
get the picture, i’m the last piece of the puzzle
the boy is ill for real, i should be in a bubble
rappers only get deeper in trouble, what’ll it be?
all i need is a mic, all you need is a muzzle
f-ck words, richie spit sticks and stones
the sh-t that splits your bones when the mix is in on
whenever i get the drones, i get busy till i hit
the zone and leave your whole f-cking system blown, b-tch
spot a lame and i rip ’em apart
you want the fire, son, richie can spark it
and that’s how i’ll live till i die in a sh-tty apartment
in the heart of the city of darkness
till then, i’ll be…

- richie cunning

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