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Ventilation

アーティスト:Joe Budden  アルバム:Mood Muzik 3: For Better Or For Worse 

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Time goes by puffin on a lie, hopin that it gets me high Gotta nigga goin crazy, crazy Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found me So my goal is to catch a charge in that same county Picture me gettin bumped for a silly hand off The bullpens fucked up, just ask Willy Randolph See, I could pop a few nickel-plated glocks too It's easier to kill niggas than it is not too I let the pot brew, then the plot grew Labels try to label you, don't fit and they'll drop you Finally made a move on somethin I been sore Sometimes you gotta lose the fight if you tryin to win the war I'm focused on tomorrow, Done seein my friends in the rearview thinkin we really closer than we are Fuck the record label, no relation or correlation All my admiration turned into aggravation They say- how you sit so long when you spew classics I tell niggaz I can't understand it, that's Blue Magic The rap game as-is, either you on some snap shit Or plain old stuck in a different decade like Da Brat is I hear niggaz joints and take it personal, why? Now everybody wanna rap about they personal lives Before that it was non-existant Me, I'm an addict with an addiction for anything that seems to cause friction Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad karma When I'm past the somber, maybe I attract drama Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit Just addin some Salt N Pepa to


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