50 Cent ft. Snoop Dogg, Young Jeezy — Major Distribution (Explicit) [Official Video] | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

Oh, yeah. I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more, more, more. I'm trying to move five bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw, boy, boy, boy. I smoke one ounce, staring at the caddy on the showroom floor, floor, floor. Now I'm trying to move five pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds more, boy, boy, boy. Run tell the bloods I'm cripping, go tell the crips I'm blood. Nigga, I be tripping. Bitch, I don't give a fuck. I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas. Come through 2012 XJ on niggas. I'm a apex predator, nigga, I'm stronger. Shooters on deck, I break bread and they own you. Niggas said I fell off. Oh, you heard I fell off? Why the fuck would you be repeating that? Nigga, I'm a rap tycoon, make 100 mil by June. Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jack? I'm in a dope fiend's dream. I got it from raw, got the morphine memories, I've been breaking the law. I was born a baller, in the stroller with the llama. I'm violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama. Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas, I smoke all these niggas for this bread. I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more, more, more. I'm trying to move five bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw, boy, boy, boy. I smoke one ounce, staring at the caddy on the showroom floor, floor, floor. Now I'm trying to move five pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds more, boy, boy, boy. I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed. Five pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah. I'm trying to put this shit away, on the low, I need a hit a day. Think you better get away from it. My, oh my, I got a birdie that'll fly from Cali to Kingston, back to NY. Snoop's master kush, roll five to nine. Combine, get you some pounds and now you're flying high. Rubble with the metal with my foot to the pedal. Gs with the trees and the Cs on my level. Five-0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart. Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge. But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my Gs. 'Cause if you really want the bomb, come and fuck with your Gs. I got it. Always kill, always will. Had that, said that, my nigga, get that. You hear that? I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more, more, more. Real talk. I'm trying to move five bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw. See, I did that shit, nigga. Boy, boy, boy. It's nothing to it. Yeah. I smoke one ounce, staring at the caddy on the showroom floor, floor, floor. What? Steal the world, motherfucker. Now I'm trying to move five pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds more, boy, boy, boy. Keep on fucking moving. Let's go. Five AM in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing. Bag full of white eight balls, I'm going golfing. The homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin. Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin. Uh, guess that's the life of a yay flipper. Chopper make your ass get naked just like a stripper. Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders. Man, them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans. All I saw growing up was kilos and gang banging. Then the homie taught me to whip, game changer. Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table. You ain't have them bitches sober, they off the table. Got a little nigga wanting my half, I'm gonna split it. The type of nigga work that visit like it's a skillet. Let's show them more water, stretch it like it's elastic. Weigh it up in two 50s, wrap it in plastic. Yeah. I'm trying to move one brick, two brick, three bricks, four, more, more, more, more, more. I'm trying to move five bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw, boy, boy, boy. I smoke one ounce, staring at the caddy on the showroom floor, floor, floor. Now I'm trying to move five pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds more, boy, boy, boy. Yeah, you know what it is. It's your crippy cousin, Five-0. Anytime you need that motherfucking smoke, you know I got it, cuz. You need five pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, whatever you need, you know I got it. And if them niggas out there in NY need it, get on my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that, huh. Oh wait, oh wait. I'm trying to move this shit, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this shit on me. Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated. Jah.