Name: Beat Club (feat. Sin)
Duration: 4 min 47 s
Description: Слушайте песню Beat Club (feat. Sin) - Timbaland, Sin, Magoo онлайн с альбома Indecent Proposal в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:47. Год выхода - 2001

Indecent Proposal

Timbaland

Magoo

DJ SS

Intro (feat. DJ S&S)

Fatman Scoop

Drop (feat. Fatman Scoop)

Tweet

All Y'all (feat. Tweet)

It's Your Night (feat. Sin)

Static Major

Indian Carpet (feat. Static Major)

JAY-Z

Twista

Party People (feat. JAY-Z & Twista)

People Like Myself (feat. Static Major)

Voice Mail

Petey Pablo

Serious (feat. Petey Pablo)

Roll Out (feat. Petey Pablo)

Love Me (feat. Tweet & Petey Pablo)

Baby Bubba (feat. Petey Pablo)

Beat Club (feat. Sin)

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Yo, who wanna rock it with the illa thug, super killa thug

You know that thug that's used to doin' it out the dub

Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit, straight up I walk this shit

I'm used to bossin' shit and offin' clips

See, hoodlеs 'round my way, they talk often quick

So Ross'll spit and leavе that nigga coughin' shit

See, weed game, they never bought it in the streets I slang

Beats I trained to hustle, get it, take out names

Let me gain and spread it all around the project blocks

I'm sick with rocks, now bitches give ridiculous jocks

My thug filthy, niggas walkin' through your club with blunts

Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months

I get trust from the bitches and the niggas I crush

Now think of the last niggas that fucked with us

Yo, Mag never rolled with a gun, Mag rolled with a tool case

Get up in some beef, niggas end up with a screwed face

Besides that, I got a gang of P-Town niggas with court cases

We can be enemies after fuckin' your wife

Or run a train on her, piss on the slut, let it rain on her

Look at your bitch, she got a frame on her

Get in the back of the Lex', empty out of your TECs

They gon' need aliens from outer space to crack this case

I'm past bein' berserk, nigga, look at my face

Fuck talkin' how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain

I'm goin' insane and y'all niggas hatin' my fame

Mag the illest nigga spittin', fuck the simple and plain

Send the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same

First nigga speak my name, off with his brain

Put the heat to his back, clap 'til his lungs collapse

If I don't sell six plat', I'm done with rap

Done found out Sin's too much, uncut, can't touch

You remind me of pussy, you bitch-ass nigga

Now I'm hangin' with superstars and fuckin' 'em in the cocktail room

After they nut, sweep 'em out with a broom

Used to smoke dub sacks, now it's pound of gutter

But I got a sweet tooth for crime, but never kill

Put my dick up in Jill, pop an illusion appeal

Never did it before, I wanna see how it feel

Can't fuck up my skill, I make a mill' or better

Pussy much finer and wetter, fans writin' me tons of letter

Mag gone for the street, armed for the block

Suburbs can't change me, neighbors lookin' at Mag strangely

Alias is next, but that nigga ain't peaceful

Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger

But now I'm big bossin' the game, come let me show you somethin'

So what you need is a TEC or a .45 calico

With a nose wide or an handle with a slow slide

I keep them hookers holdin' my fort, they keep a low vibe

I heard the feds said they hate me 'cause I'm so live

From five o'clock to four-five, sellin' quarters and dimes

Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slangin' it from

I got wholesale weight, that low sell weight

Or any kind of weight to make my dough flow straight

Since I'm oh so great, real thugs, no fake

That's why they dead or play me on radio stations and rotations

Throw hands fo', make plans fo', roll on your camp, ho

Leave you under the Jeep and test your faith

Go to court, tell the judge, "Fuck the case"

Get it right, nigga, you dealin' with apes

I came for the safe, now show me the cake, uh

Listen, as soon as one of your shoulders shrug at my raps

Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat

Like preparin' nothin' under your shirt, picture that

How your child's gonna burp when you losin' your lap

Hey, I'm breakin' the shade, no flossin' today

Niggas think they so cold like they jewelry okay

I'm hittin' hoes, respondin' like you're charmin' today

Crackin' up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?"

A pretty boy got niggas thinkin' that the blows don't trade

And that's the day that the curls lie under the braid

And I'll give you somethin' sharp to raise that line on your fade

Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed

Puttin' hoes in the group and splittin' 'em up like J

Doo-rags ain't safe, bullets get through waves

I'll hop drive-through, pop somethin' and Dave

I ain't from around your way, nigga, I'm from VA

Слушайте песню Beat Club (feat. Sin) - Timbaland, Sin, Magoo онлайн с альбома Indecent Proposal в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:47. Год выхода - 2001

Beat Club (feat. Sin)

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