Can't Stop Won't Stop - Scrape The Sky (feat. Fresh Big Mouf) (подпишись и слушай саундтреки на: Vk.Com/OstHD) | Текст песни

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• Can't Stop Won't Stop
• Scrape The Sky (feat. Fresh Big Mouf) (подпишись и слушай саундтреки на: Vk.Com/OstHD)

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Here we go , here we go
Here we go, here we go
Now we blastin off into the ozone
The way we kickin in the dojo is loco fa sho though
We pavin a road that's opposed to the dodo
Going over your head like a top hat stop that I know you see me spittin' these hot raps
Now watch that beat cause it's about to drop, been rockin since the 09 jump off yeah
Last name Pan, First name Peter I know you see me flying and want me to teach
Ya
But I stay elevated so that all God's creatures Can hear me shout it out like my name was Aretha
Getting R-E-S-P-E-C-T fly by see the looks on your faces
Cause I'm in full E-F-F-E-C-T jetsetting on a daily basis

Chorus:
David Eff, man - Ya don't stop
Davey Davey - Ya don't stop
We came to rock it til the city takes off
Mister captain, I'm an ace pilot
I wanna spread my wings and fly
To all my people in coach, and to my first class folks
We'll show you how to scrape the sky

As the Curvature of the earth takes shape Fly fast forward like a video tape No cape
Just follow my jet stream Loud in the clouds sonic boom in your precinct
All hop, no trampoline black box in the pocket of my jet jeans
Shine with the stars so bright even NYC sees me at night
I see London I see France Now Ladies bounce to my turbulence
Drop jams from the sky like manna All the way from Alabama to Copacabana
Back to the west side where I reside So scuse me do you care if I
Jump to the bump and take to the skies We T minus 10 to let the hook fly

Chorus

Ha -- Sicker than yo average Down like goose and I'm fly like Maverick
With a savage attack and a mouth like a match spittin fuego homie, it ain't trickin' if it's magic
Illusions - indubitably juvenile My crew can do it and we do it wild
Rock around the clock all across the nation Got a lot of Sky Miles and a reputation
Of makin earthquakes everytime we land Cause stoppin ain't an option or a part of the plan
Fools get to fumin' while I'm running on jet fuel Now pay close attention cuz I'm ready to let you
Know what I'm all about child I got the style that you've come to love
And I'mma stay fly til the day I die Spittin' fresh to death from above, get it