โหลดเพลง mp3 Indian Carpet - Timbaland

Indian Carpet (印度地毯) - Timbaland (提姆巴兰)
Written by：T. Mosley/M Barcliff/Shawn Carter
Yo yo yo ay yo
Timabalands flow infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless style
For all man woman and innocent child
I have no perimeter

Break all barriers in various areas
My sound is mimicked
Track prime minister some say sinister
None stopping the groove until when it's
The climax some niggas is biting my hot hats
And followed my drum pattern but I done that
It's time to change get more deranged
Feels more strange doooodooooo
Follow me through gravel and shallow trees
From mountains to flat plain to thunder and black rain
Through the dream state of utopia
Woke up to the sounds of that man timbaland
Five mexican b**ches scoping us
Belly dancing saying hell hes handsome in spanish
We was fine until the subtitles vanished
Then and open fire toting opium
Higher than I ever been in my life
Heard cries throughout the night like
Let's get em started

While they dance on indian carpet
Cmon uh
Niggas act retarded
While they dance on indian carpet
Cmon uh
Let's get em started
While they dance on indian carpet
Ay yo I woke up to a bowl of rice like the golden child
Tv playing like the poltergeist must been on overnight
I saw a strong beam of light decided to walk to it
Could it be the son of christ I decided to talk to it
In the halls I heard music shouting beautiful calls
And I swore I heard a voice say
It's yours my gift to you to do what you choose
But I suggest you do what you do to make the spirits move
I hear ya dude and me being a barrel of fruit
But your ears heavenly when I sit in this chair and produce
Then my hallway darkened
I felt a power surge rush throughout my apartment

And the glance calling like
Let's get em started
While they dance on indian carpet
Cmon uh
Niggas act retarded
While they dance on indian carpet
Cmon uh
Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose
When you was eating collard greens
I was eating these dreams
I stepped in dog sh*t and bit skid row twice
Only ice I had put it in my orange slice
What you know about living in a jail
When it ain't no bars
Handcuffed with no key world denying your plea
A third-degree charge when it ain't no crime
Twenty-six years old and I got more time
Phone overdue baby on the way low pay
Low rent for your mom gotta get away
Smoke hate now then you wanna talk about the ghetto
I'm tenth generation of that came out the womb with a hat
Polo on and nikes with a gold tooth
I'm superman I can spit from any phone booth
You and your cold a** crew do what you do
Just remember mag never feel good I am the flu
Let's get em started

While they dance on indian carpet

Cmon uh
Niggas act retarded
While they dance on indian carpet
Cmon uh
Let's get em started
While they dance on indian carpet
Let's get em started
While they dance on indian carpet
Cmon uh

Indian carpet

While they dance on indian carpet

Indian carpet

While they dance on indian carpet