Poom Baby - Boston - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Poom Baby

Drill arena, brr, death is art, we stand our ground.

Accept this madness, the whole neighborhood is fast asleep.

The fattest piece, ra, the dogs come running to the smell, and

Be on guard, be on guard, the beat killers are still roaming the world at large.

Move away, bastard, you're not welcome here.

Wear masks on the street of truth, no.

White people catch bullets with their teeth.

Homie, try it, success is not real, no.

Ghetto gangs wash in blood.

Bodies are packed in bags with love, and

Those used for organs will become part of history.

Whoever takes the lead roles will become one.

If you don't create an idol, be one yourself, remember that.

OLYMPIC DRILLING, the highest style, say thanks to Sheikh Tony, Tony.

Tear to shreds all who are not worthy.

Spectrum of emotions. I hold my fans in the palm of my hand, sch.

Stars shine in the sky for each of us.

You're my drill, brr, and I'm your Boston, a.

We drill every day, before it's too late, e.

For a goal that will make a kid a boss, a boss.

Stars shine in the sky for each of us.

You're my drill, brr, and I'm your Boston, a.

We drill every day, before it's too late, e.

For a goal that will make a kid a boss, a boss.

I don't read about money, clothes, whores, drugs, brr.

A real G doesn't shout about business and plans for tomorrow louder than anyone else.

Over heads.

The elite are going all-in, all-in.

Order from the other world.

Legends are watching some of us, some of us.

Pop Smoke, Takeoff, PnB Rock, Juice Wrld, XXX, Lil Peep, King Von, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls, Fredo Santana, Big L, Camoflauge, Doe B, Nate Dogg, DMX, Young Dolph, Mac Miller, Big Pun, Proof, Heavy D, Eazy-E, Fred the Godson, Lil Loaded, Tray Savage, Mac Dre, Lord Infamous, Nipsey Hussle, Jam Master Jay, Yaki Kadafi, Jay Da Youngan, FBG Duck, Drakeo the Ruler

We each have stars in the sky.

You're my drill, brr, and I'm your Boston.

Drilling every day, before it's too late.

For a goal that will make a kid a boss.

We each have stars in the sky.

You're my drill, brr, and I'm your Boston.

Drilling every day, before it's too late. It's too late, e

For the sake of the goal that will make the child a boss, a boss