โหลดเพลง mp3 Preach - Swizz Beatz

Preach (Explicit) - Swizz Beatz/Jim Jones
Lyrics by：Kasseem Dean/Joseph Jones/Kamaal Fareed/Bryan Higgins/James Jackson/Ali Shaheed Muhammad/Trevor Smith/Malik Taylor
Composed by：Kasseem Dean/Joseph Jones/Kamaal Fareed/Bryan Higgins/James Jackson/Ali Shaheed Muhammad/Trevor Smith/Malik Taylor
So
Jezz
Jezz
Jezz is not
I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though oh
Still got n***as that be pointin' guns at the po-po
Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos
That was you in front the building
When she was hoppin' out my four-door
Lets shakle
But what you like 19 now
But you probably still never had like 19 thou'
In my day I had to work to bring
The white fiends down
Bunch of crackheads around just to wipe the V down
Say we don't
Why drink Rose when Jay got aces
Free Leek he was with me the other day up in Aces
Bunch of pretty watches with the frozen up faces
We got them lawyers we can call just
To close up the cases
S**t I'm from Harlem where that stuntin' is outrageous
Went up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous
Yeah we got parents but the drug dealers raised us
And s**t I prayed to God but the lord never saved us
So we stuck what we stuck what was f**kin' with that
I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached
We take trips to different places with the butler attached
Or playback the Maybach press a button relax
Preach
Oh my oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh
Supreme court hearings brand new McLarens
Suede pipe seats Tiptronic steering
Baby this is art that come with no commission
Could be a blind man but you gotta know the vision
Private jets just to blow the izm
Pardon me 'cause I been accused of male chauvinism
Gettin' head in the whip and havin' no collisions
Never lackin' 'cause I keep that fully loaded with 'em
S**t you know I gotta shout the bros in prison eastside
My n***a Gleem is like a blow magician
S**t he cook it up and watch it disappear
S**t now light it up and let it hit the air
Light that up
I was spillin' Ace of spade all in this b***h's ear
I told her I like pretty women like Richard Gere
Uh pack guns and stay fly is a part of us
Four b***hes packed up in the Benz it's like a party bus
All this tough talk but n***as ain't as hard as us
I cook coke at the kitchen watch it harden up
Preach
Oh my oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh
Preach
My oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh