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    Текст песни Delinquent Habits - Here Come The Horns

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    Here comes the horns...

    (Verse 1)

    Step back when I bring the swing
    Like the american pastime
    That alow deliver to stack up black night
    Makin' all funky like a futa
    Hang four to you make more funky like a from free
    Masta blocked like a ketshup scream
    Is so MB in sun llamas to you funk that grill
    Is the same delificius at the radios' DJ
    The fake at the album collection lookin' lookin'
    Rusia, puro delinquente session
    >From sun up to sun down on a heart is my pleassure
    Put on maleta, now I can see you
    Thinkin' to yourself, dam I wish like to be you
    Wishin' we could be fool as harvest bit club
    You pal never trust to mark wako back yard party
    That is on town, is on town...
    That grows like the weels
    Can't loco with sprees
    Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me
    Ha, you can't beat me
    Fool, is so easy
    Delinquent Habits' little sun for the north
    So sit back and freest youself...

    CHORUS:

    Here Comes The Horns... (x 3)

    (Verse 2)

    Faullin' yourselves to bringin' mis rolas and we collect shit
    You test a lot at your party, potion to blade this
    It's all I got a bence so that the story estan it
    Come in my side get the braise you need to stay braned
    Yo, one of this story is part of something to happened
    Some days of party enemy, don't feel the fool I cropped
    So I just began to waisted because you ever tasted
    Get up the gente hypnotic I got they last tasted
    Some skin light man give me some psychedelic
    Where all be drump and the shit, so pomp nigga smell it
    They want fiesta, fiesta is what the habits give it
    Rappin' and --- is solamente we wanna ripp it
    You hit this tasted will you do to keep you suffer now
    Mio-mine, some very wine probe a good time
    They will do we though
    And all the shit we do
    Los delinquentes hoo....

    (CHORUS)

    (Verse 3)

    El ritmo latino mбs fino es lo que traigo
    Tu estilo, no puede conmigo, ta muy amargo
    Yo puedo mбs facil contigo sin mis amigos
    Te falta un poco sabor, yo te lo digo
    Calmate cuate, yo tengo razуn
    Dime como quiere bronca con el mбs chingуn
    A mi me cae bien casi toda la gente
    Si me cruzas boom te tumbo todos los dientes...
    No se que menace is comin' is poppa si yo voy check it out
    Fuckin' like a flame, my habits, watch out better bro
    Comin' and they see me brazos de steel faction
    I still clamin' kickin' lower eastside section
    If moki wanna blood, fool your better brotha
    Cuz it's checkin' a bro, proudin' con nigga brotha
    Delinquent Habits' zoom at the north
    So sit back and freest youself...

    (CHORUS)
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