2Pac- Snitches ft. XXXTENTACION, Biggie Smalls & Joyner Lucas (Music Video) скачать в хорошем качестве

2Pac- Snitches ft. XXXTENTACION, Biggie Smalls & Joyner Lucas (Music Video)

Beat by Last- Dude Mashup Last Dude Lyrics: Motherf*cker You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique. We gon' hit yo' ass up. [Chorus: 2Pac ] I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches(2) [Verse 1: 2Pac] So how about hittin' a motherfucker on my pager Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega Fuckin' with the player that done made her, huh A motherfuckin' mack tonight Stay back stay strapped cause my raps is tight You fuckin' punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches [Verse 2: XXXTENTACION] He don't want no one-on-one (Yeah) He grab that gun Equipped with the clip, my son What happened to a fist fight? Really with the shit If a nigga pull up on me Might shoot a nigga dick right off And niggas often kissing coffins 'Cause their brothers steady barking At the system Like their bitch at the apartment but This Glock I trust, this motherfuckin' Glock I... [Verse 3: Biggie Smalls] Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin' I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton Biggie Smalls on a higher plane Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain Make your shit splatter Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit Down your backbone to where your motherfucking'shit drip [Chorus: 2Pac ] I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches(2) [Verse 4: Joyner Lucas] I just did a show and got it lit ya little nigga And my freestyles killing your originals nigga Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little nigga You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know nigga You ain't from Toronto, put that on the Bible I put six hollows in your Ferragamo Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the bottle Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado Now come get on my level, I'm hard as metal I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel I bury all of you little ninja turtles You Donatello, you soft as jello You must be gone off that Amaretto It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as pillows You fucking midget, I call you Willow I throw you out a fucking car window I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings Yo' heart spinning, my bars illing I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm authentic Your bars running no off limits Don't talk business, don't talk, listen I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck! [Outro] What, nigga You old fake ass nigga Fuck out my face nigga Standin' there wearin' all them Pendletons and khakis and all that You soft as a motherfuckin' grape Ain't this a motherfuckin' bitch I can see right through your flower ass