Beatboxers & ManBeaters - The Sound of The Beat
Yo Vesterbronxx & Ryzzzz!
Vi kommer her til jer, homies, med det nyeste, svedigste og allermest pimpede hiphopnummer, der har ramt C083NH4Q3N i nyere tid! Nummeret The Sound of The Beat handler om the tough life som partystarter og moneymaker i indre by og tager altså udgangspunkt i Party- og Mackrap. Genrer der er kendetegnet ved fest og farver, damer og penge - i musikken såvel som teksten. Enjoy og swag out bitches! // Beatboxers & ManBeaters (aka August, Maja D, Sebastian og Sigrid)
THE SOUND OF THE BEAT
You say your ghetto is sad - maybe I’m mad? I’d rather be dancing, singing and prancing Through my hood, in my crib, ‘n I live With tasty ways making my party frase Got enough of everything, no wonder I could Buy a fnitfnatfnaggywat if I would My hometown is fine; I’ve made up my mind I’m growing to the sound of the beat Sugar sugar ray ray, baby’s playing hiphop play Singin, rappin, chillin, clappin Them neon lights, DJ’s playing all right Keep me dancing, oh I might I’ve got nineteen cars; it’s nothing but a shame When you crash into me, I’m worth all the fame Boys beggin’ as I do my break’n I’m growing to the sound of the beat I want everybody, to get your hands in the air And get f-ing crazy, like you just don’t care I’ll buy you everything you want, anytime all night Keep going on, I’ll make you flickili-fly I bought a ho-tel, mo-tel, looked like a jungle So you could hip hop the hippie the hippie and I´m growing to the sound of the beat I’m in the spotlight, there’s no one like me Girl you’re damn lucky I couldn’t see Dancing, breaking, shaking, faking Touching you’re lips, while you’re smooth-making Doin’ the cooing to my dance on the floor Partying hard, like you aint seen before Doormen came, aint done no misdeed I’m growing to the sound of the beat |
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