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Dark Hearted (Explicit)歌词完整版
Dark Hearted (Explicit) - Freddie Gibbs
Yeah
Space Rabbit
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Space Rabbit push a space coupe straight out of Monaco yeah
I pray the choppa never jam on me yeah
I pray the Lord put his hands on me
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
I pray the choppa never jam
Dirty 30 in my hand
DEA and detectives they got me cuffed on that ambulance
N***a ain't no solvin' no murders welcome to Murderland
Send a hit and scratch off a hit ***** I'm the murder man
Pray the Lord put his hands on me
And I know I took a risk with this **** when I put my hands on it
All my enemies watchin' they plot and plan on me
They gon' end up one of them dead homies
'Cause how can n***as stand on it when it ain't the truth
P***y n***as ran on me when it's time to shoot
********** a friend got them ******* out my crew
I know you wouldn't **** with me if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
Tell me what n***as know about hard time
Empty stomach give you the heart to go do a homicide
I know some ***** n***as that snitch n***as on my side
Still a rich n***a with mob ties
'Cause n***a we was locked in
Me and six of my n***as in one apartment
We was pushin' that molly powder and hard then
Back when ******* they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin
Man this game got me dark-hearted
Smoke and drink like a alcoholic don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug it out 'til the end
But I guess that **** just wasn't in the plans
I pray this choppa never jam
Dirty 30 in my hands
Shoot him if he ain't DOA we shoot up the ambulance
N***a ain't no solvin' no murders welcome to Murderland
Bulletproof my **** they might hit it ***** I'm the murder man
Dead n***a put his hands on me
I'ma pop another bottle and pour one out for your dead homie
Swear my friends turnin' fed on me
*****
Man these p***y n***as might take the stand on me
Well how can n***as stand on it when it ain't the truth
P***y n***as ran on me when it's time to shoot
She think I'm her man baby I'm just knockin' boots
I know you wouldn't **** with me if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
Tell me what ******* know about hard time
Empty stomach give you the heart to go do a homicide
Know some ***** n***as that snitch n***as on my side
Still a rich n***a with mob ties
'Cause n***a we was locked in
Me and six of my n***as in one apartment
We was pushin' that molly powder and hard then
Back when ******* they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin
Man this game got me dark-hearted
Smoke and drink like a alcoholic don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug it out 'til the end
But I guess that **** just wasn't in the plans
I pray this choppa never jam
Uh yeah-yeah
I pray the choppa never jam
Yeah-yeah
I pray the choppa never jam on me
Yeah-yeah
I pray the Lord put his hands on me
Yeah-yeah
I pray the choppa never jam
I pray the choppa never jam
Yeah-yeah
I pray the choppa never jam on me
Yeah-yeah
I pray the Lord put his hands on me
Yeah-yeah
