[Wu-Family]Cella Dwellas (1996) - Realms 'N Reality - скачать в mp3, скачать в lossless (APE и FLACK)
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Жанр: RAP
Год: 1996
Страна: USA
Год: 1996
Страна: USA
Продолжительность: 01:04:28
Формат: MP3
Битрейт аудио: 128 kbps
Треклист:
1. Advance to Boardwalk
2. Mystic Freestyle
3. Perfect Match
4. Medina Style
5. Recognize N Realize
6. Cella Dwellas
7. Wussdaplan
8. Good Dwellas
9. Hold U Down
10.Realm 3
11.Line 4 Line
12.Worries
13.We Got It Hemmed
14.Good Dwellas (Part 2)
15.Outro
16.Land of the Lost
1. Advance to Boardwalk
2. Mystic Freestyle
3. Perfect Match
4. Medina Style
5. Recognize N Realize
6. Cella Dwellas
7. Wussdaplan
8. Good Dwellas
9. Hold U Down
10.Realm 3
11.Line 4 Line
12.Worries
13.We Got It Hemmed
14.Good Dwellas (Part 2)
15.Outro
16.Land of the Lost
Доп.информация:
Verse One: Phantasm, Ug
I stay takin flicks with chicks, spendin G's on whiz and kicks
While those hip hop ticks, stay on my dick
MC's is all ill like bags from Bonton
Stay souped up just like won-ton
All I got it hard times, the illest rhymes
A couple of dimes and a rusty nine that ain't even mine
Thousand dollar links on, gotta get my drink on
But ain't ever put a mink on
I still get nice and shoot dice, still eat pork fried rice
Still shoot threes like Mark Price
Second time around, still gettin down for my crown
Give you that hip hop sound
Yo, my rugged raps, dip on tracks
Like Japs in straw hats in Sigon
Through trees other icon, squeeze like py-thons
You don't know who you be facin
The gat I bust will split your ass up like segregation
Or federation, come together like United Nations
To bring oblieteration, 1-51 is what I'm tastin
No hesitation when I come through
Avoid shit cassette tapes when I scream like Clue (echo)
U-G, keep niggas guessin, break bones like teckin
While niggaz fake moves like wrestlin
No question, I bring it every time baby
Don't try to play me, I Roc-a-Fella like Jay-Z
Chorus:
Verse One: Phantasm, Ug
I stay takin flicks with chicks, spendin G's on whiz and kicks
While those hip hop ticks, stay on my dick
MC's is all ill like bags from Bonton
Stay souped up just like won-ton
All I got it hard times, the illest rhymes
A couple of dimes and a rusty nine that ain't even mine
Thousand dollar links on, gotta get my drink on
But ain't ever put a mink on
I still get nice and shoot dice, still eat pork fried rice
Still shoot threes like Mark Price
Second time around, still gettin down for my crown
Give you that hip hop sound
Yo, my rugged raps, dip on tracks
Like Japs in straw hats in Sigon
Through trees other icon, squeeze like py-thons
You don't know who you be facin
The gat I bust will split your ass up like segregation
Or federation, come together like United Nations
To bring oblieteration, 1-51 is what I'm tastin
No hesitation when I come through
Avoid shit cassette tapes when I scream like Clue (echo)
U-G, keep niggas guessin, break bones like teckin
While niggaz fake moves like wrestlin
No question, I bring it every time baby
Don't try to play me, I Roc-a-Fella like Jay-Z
Chorus: