โหลดเพลง mp3 New Black - GoldLink

New Black - GoldLink
Yeah
1 2 pray these niggas don't clap at you
3 4 hopin' we reachin' heaven's doors

5 6 7 8
Keep your hands high don't shoot don't discriminate

See we goin' get this money dirty clean get this money right
Numb to the b******t so mix the dumb wit' the sprite
And we goin' be okay my lil ni**a just hold on tight
Cause cops killin' blacks blacks killin' blacks we gon' die

But we gon' die with honor short stories and homicides

Mama say pray to god and we don't listen so mama cry
My lil ni**a petey servin' life and his lil bro
Got a baby and he left his lil' him all alone
Remind me of his pops and his pops was a street ni**a
But a f**kin' loser not for teachin' his kids better

But no fathers equal mo' harder to reach niggas
And wonder why niggas like me wanna be niggas
My street wisdom higher than the sun so it's god level
I got level headed when I left to beseech the seed planted
Speech free speak only good to exist

Then set free the curse left just to bondage our minds and false teach

Bibbity bibbity bop bop

New black the scat dat beat box

Hip hop will die I promise that

If we keep the lies in our raps yeah

Bibbity bibbity bop bop

New black the scat dat beat box

Hip hop will die I promise that

If we keep the lies in our raps yeah

Bibbity bibbity bop bop yeah

New black the scat dat beat box uh

Hip hop will die I promise that

If we keep the lies in our raps uh

Bibbity bibbity bop bop

New black the scat dat beat box

Hip hop will die I promise that

If we keep talkin' guns and gats in our raps

I apologize