Name: 4,3,2,1
Duration: 4 min 16 s
Description: Слушайте песню 4,3,2,1 - LL Cool J, DMX, Method Man, Redman, Canibus онлайн с альбома 90s Hip Hop в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:16. Год выхода - 2022

90s Hip Hop

Ice Cube

It Was A Good Day

N.W.A.

Fuck Tha Police - Remastered 2000

Nelly

City Spud

Ride Wit Me

Salt-N-Pepa

Push It

Redman

Time 4 Sumaksion

Gang Starr

Full Clip

MC Hammer

U Can't Touch This

LL Cool J

Mama Said Knock You Out

Steady Mobbin'

Group Home

Livin' Proof

Aaron Hall

Heavy D

Boyz

Now That We Found Love

Shoop

Method Man

Canibus

4,3,2,1

Unknown

Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)

Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)

This one, for all the sick ones, confliction

Finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin

Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways

Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who? (Runnin' who?)

Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin through

A single shot make your meat lump, respect Wu (uh-huh, yo)

Ayo I put it on a nigga, shitted on a nigga

The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)

While you got set up I was hittin' your ex ho

Shit I'm drivin' in, come with funk halogen

Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee

Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty

Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy

When I approach rappers be takin' notes (uh-huh)

I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat

I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots

Tell you, "Fuck you", my attitude is anemic

I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it

I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it (yeah)

Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics

Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life

When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts

If the signal was strong enough and then I'll call your bluff

I could go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot

And there's nowhere to run to, when I confront ya

Nigga, I'll call your bluff like you had a phone number

Who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile?

I take 'em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on

Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on

Zero to sixty? I'm already doin' a hundred

When I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it (yeah)

Stay out the dar 'cause if I catch you when the sun is down

Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down

When in doubt, however it's gon' go it's gon' be that

See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that

Where we at? Do your value your life, as much as your possessions?

I'm gon' get you either way and it's better to live

Let me get what's between your sock 'cause it's, better to give

Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you

Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you

And when the lights is out, they don't come back on

This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong

You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby

So I can hit you up on Front Street, think it's dumb sweet?

You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah)

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows

Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (ha, word up)

The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers

You holdin' rusty swords I swing the Excalibur

How dare you step up in my dimension (uh-huh)

Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention

Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue (uh)

I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun

Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces

And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype

But that's like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike (uh-huh)

Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight (uh)

Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin' overseas?

For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease

Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees (uh)

In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence

Your naïve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)

If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb

You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize

And you don't wanna make me mad, nigga, you wanna socialize (yeah)

To play yourself out position and mention my name (LL)

I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name (uh-huh)

Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train

Watch your mouth, don't ever step out of line

Слушайте песню 4,3,2,1 - LL Cool J, DMX, Method Man, Redman, Canibus онлайн с альбома 90s Hip Hop в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:16. Год выхода - 2022

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