Rivers of Blood
Wu Tang Clan« Rivers of Blood » est une chanson de Wu Tang Clan, 2012, Pop. La chanson dure 3:59, 66 lines / 544 words.
Paroles
0:01Rivers of Blood - Wu Tang Clan
0:59The archbishop run from the narcs
1:01A crisp biscuit plus play the harp, wrist glisten
1:04Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5 Somalians
1:08Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman bangle a blue coupe
1:11I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot
1:13Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1, 2
1:17Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper
1:19Excellent with rifles, out in Japan
1:21In a flight goose switchblade that poke out the Nike boots
1:23Thrusted on a bullet train with chains on, gettin' my train on
1:27Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm
1:29All this is made for the Forbes list
1:31Broads get pissed, say "Yo he fucked me out his drawers he dissed me"
1:34All this is calculated, the Batman with a black hand
1:37Mafia money, killas who rock tans
1:39Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks
1:44Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques
1:46Blacksmith, with the iron fist
1:49Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks
1:54Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques
1:57Blacksmith, with the iron fist
1:59Rigor mortis, I watch the body rot to the bone structure
2:02Scrape out your brain, watch your eyeballs rupture
2:04Black magic, leave your fuckin' skull in a soup pot
2:07Makaveli, Vamoose like 2pac
2:09Suicidal tendencies, down the white Hennessy
2:12Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b
2:15Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's duck season
2:17I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing
2:20Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger
2:23You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas
2:25Seven thirty, I'm more like 6 o' clock
2:28Straight up and down beatin' up niggas till there's blood in they socks
2:31Ox em, duff em', stuff 'em in black bags
2:33Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags
2:35Ruthless, heart of a stone, grown with no emotions
2:37I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion
2:40Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks
2:45Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques
2:48Blacksmith, with the iron fist
2:51Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks
2:55Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques
2:58Blacksmith, with the iron fist
3:01Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapons in the denims
3:03Some shit that'll shake windows and break lay tenants
3:06Come left field, aim crooked and straight blaze in em
3:08Have you niggas with straight-legs with a fake leg in em
3:11Wolf in sheep's clothing, eyes scoping a tender lamb
3:13Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance
3:16G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps
3:19Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance
3:21You little fleas get killa bees and army ants
3:23EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants
3:26Hollow chrome to your collarbone
3:28Ping against your dome piece and sound like the first key on a xylophone
3:32Grown men discussing death and the malice tone
3:34See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone
3:37Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known
3:39We straight street, we keep seat in the palace throne
3:42Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks
3:46Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques
3:49Blacksmith, with the iron fist
3:52Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks
3:56Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques
3:59Blacksmith, with the iron fist
Rivers of Blood - Wu Tang Clan The archbishop run from the narcs A crisp biscuit plus play the harp, wrist glisten Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5 Somalians Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman bangle a blue coupe I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1, 2 Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper Excellent with rifles, out in Japan In a flight goose switchblade that poke out the Nike boots Thrusted on a bullet train with chains on, gettin' my train on Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm All this is made for the Forbes list Broads get pissed, say "Yo he fucked me out his drawers he dissed me" All this is calculated, the Batman with a black hand Mafia money, killas who rock tans Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist Rigor mortis, I watch the body rot to the bone structure Scrape out your brain, watch your eyeballs rupture Black magic, leave your fuckin' skull in a soup pot Makaveli, Vamoose like 2pac Suicidal tendencies, down the white Hennessy Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's duck season I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas Seven thirty, I'm more like 6 o' clock Straight up and down beatin' up niggas till there's blood in they socks Ox em, duff em', stuff 'em in black bags Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags Ruthless, heart of a stone, grown with no emotions I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapons in the denims Some shit that'll shake windows and break lay tenants Come left field, aim crooked and straight blaze in em Have you niggas with straight-legs with a fake leg in em Wolf in sheep's clothing, eyes scoping a tender lamb Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance You little fleas get killa bees and army ants EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants Hollow chrome to your collarbone Ping against your dome piece and sound like the first key on a xylophone Grown men discussing death and the malice tone See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known We straight street, we keep seat in the palace throne Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist
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