Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Listen, artist - Dutch. Album song The Big Show, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: We The West
Song language: English
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| What’chall gonna do… naw just stay with them broads man… |
| Y’all in the jacuzzi huh… naw, naw, Imanna rhyme… but go |
| Ahead y’all have a good time… Hangs up… Cha' |
| I ain’t got no time to fuck off money laid up in the hot tub |
| Cuz where I’m from time flies by like hot subs |
| Cops love to pull you over 'n' search your shit |
| Call a female officer to come 'n' search your bitch |
| You can’t trust neara' motha' fucker to know where you live |
| Cuz your frien’s turn to your foes |
| Bullets holes in the crib |
| It’s a trip, how the tables have turned |
| From bein' broke, to spendin' money like you had paper to burn |
| You haters gonna learn what most players already know |
| Need to worry 'bout ya own hoes, worry 'bout ya own doe |
| Windows break, gun blasts echo |
| Swore revenge on 'em, now you just can’t let go |
| Gotta chip on your shoulder, I know how ya feel |
| Pushed over the edge, yous a killa for real |
| I bet you sleep with yo' steel |
| Ready to let it rang out |
| Enemies catch ya slippin' they gonna blow ya brains out |
| «Listen,» «Listen,» |
| «What the fuck, you can’t handle it?» |
| «Listen,» «Listen,» |
| «What the fuck you gonna do?» |
| «Listen,» «Listen,» |
| «Can't you recognize game?» |
| «Listen,» «Listen,» |
| «Video survalience, unit one |
| We are monitoring the suspect,» |
| You may got the feds outside, as we speak |
| Posted up watchin' you, from across the street |
| Rumor has it you offed yo' peeps |
| Took over they territory, bought you a jeep |
| Iced your teeth and your pinkys |
| Phones piercin' your ears |
| Up in Vips screamin' ain’t no bitches in here |
| Whatcha mouth |
| You shinin' like a headlight playa |
| You ain’t gotta brag |
| «That's the mother fuckin' feds right there,» |
| They hard to spot in the club |
| Workin' they plain clothes |
| Versatchi shirts, rollies, gators 'n' kangoes |
| Look just like you do |
| Airs, Axe, FuBu |
| You think dudes cool |
| But he’s the fuckin' police |
| You out there shinin', braggin', flossin', yo jew’ry |
| Next thing you know you caught up in fronta the damn gran' jury |
| Be careful who you talk to |
| Neva' let 'em see ya be sof' dude |
| These fools tryin' ta off you |
| Hear me talkin' to you nephew… |
| «Listen,» «Listen,» |
| «They don’t know who they fuckin' with,» |
| «Listen,» «Listen,» |
| «They can’t recognize game,» |
| «Listen,» «Listen,» |
| «Why the fuck they can’t handle it,» |
| «Listen,» «Listen,» |
| «Think ol' plain clothes dude goin’ta kill you man,» |
| Robbin' the wrong motha fucker got you caught in the win' |
| You went into hidin', started offin' your frien’s |
| Sent ya a message, the next victim 'ill be ya kin |
| You put him in that position |
| Now he got to do you in |
| This fool goes crazy, he done been to the pen |
| 3 or 4 times, for killin' 5 or 6 men |
| You had the hook up |
| Front ya twenty, you pay for ten |
| Five days shouldn’t pass 'fo' you page him again |
| Well, six days passed 'fo' they found yo ass |
| Filled fulla bullet holes naked in the trash |
| Shell casin’s on the ground from a 44mag., |
| Money that you owed still beside you in a bag |
| Slit yo throat from ear ta ear, pulled yo tounge thru yo neck |
| Local cops blamed it on the Columbian connects, and ah |
| Couple days after you was gone, yellow tape came down |
| And life went on… So «Listen,» «Listen,» «Listen»… |