Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make It Last, artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Raskit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirtee Stank
Song language: English
Make It Last |
You ain’t from the ends, boy, don’t get me vexxed |
Represent the east side everytime I flex |
What you know ‘bout EQ, Stratford Rex? |
Murder Mile, Palace P, murder on them steps |
Deja 92, murderin' them sets |
Can’t forget Mak 10 murderin' them decks |
He’d just drop the ting we didn’t even know what’s next |
I was with Reggie, |
never even heard of Ghetts |
What you know about them real south London vets? |
Imperial Gardens I was way out of my depth |
Brickie on the right, Pecknam on the left |
All I see is shooters it’s about to be a mess |
All I see is shooters I don’t know about the rest |
Can’t forget them ghetto boys servin' up that stress |
Bunch of blue borough boys turnin up La’Fez |
Turnin' up with heads |
Someone’s gonna turn up dead, yeah |
I was on the grind north, east, south and west |
I was in the dance with no vest on my chest |
Bredders lickin' shots just to vent and express |
Bredders lickin' shots just to let me know I’m blessed |
But that’s all in the past |
So just settle off your arse |
Reminisce and raise your glass |
Nowadays I have a blast |
And I’m in a different class |
I’m just tryna make it last |
But that’s all in the past |
So just settle off your arse |
Reminisce and raise your glass |
Nowadays I have a blast |
And I’m in a different class |
I’m just tryna make it last |
No regrets |
Before I got a cheque I was workin' up a sweat |
I was on that north side, you better come correct |
T town, Heat FM live and direct |
I was from the east they coulda been comin' at my neck |
For the ends I rep, Instead I got respect |
Coulda just been wet, didn’t know what to expect |
Weren’t no speculation if they had the tings on deck |
Thinkin' what the heck |
Might as well take heed |
Take time and breathe |
I ain’t tryna bleed |
Love is all we need |
Seems like they agreed |
But you know know about peak unless you went Rumble Stampede |
Real peak indeed |
And if you’re lookin' beef then I suggest you take the lead |
And roll up your sleeves |
Or get jooked with speed |
I’ve seen the hardest, coldest bredders beg, holler and plead |
Like you won’t believe |
And North West is greaze |
Hotter than Belize |
I went to |
Tudor Rose |
thinkin' it would be a breeze |
But all I saw was G’s |
Bredders on their knees |
Screaming «Why d’you take my boy away? |
God help him, please!» |
But that’s all in the past |
So just settle off your arse |
Reminisce and raise your glass |
Nowadays I have a blast |
And I’m in a different class |
I’m just tryna make it last |
But that’s all in the past |
So just settle off your arse |
Reminisce and raise your glass |
Nowadays I have a blast |
And I’m in a different class |
I’m just tryna make it last |