One 50 - Happy Hawa текст песни

From the hustle house baby I'ma take you higher
Hold on the flyer cause I'm a rider
I'ma take you to where ever you want to fly
Then back to happy mawa flight


Now I move on the speed of sound, producer give me the murder time
Let the beat flip before the beef start to clips
Let me do my gangsta freestyle and get high in the 1847 flight
This is no joke, see my lyrics in the true book
You can find me on facebook




I'm back again in this cool shit
Black ninja of all time rolling with the Thai monks
Really I don't jerk when I melt the beat to scar the heat
Gangsta up, I got my rap hammers up, my little gangsta what's up
Now this my hour and my sound
No turning back, I'm just doing this for my hood
The hustlers got to live in big dreams
Self made gangsta got no rap beef
24-7 I clap spits till the whole city jam up to show me that what's up
Niggas welcome to the hustle house hammers up




Cool rap tycoon bullets bounce, I do it gangsta like brown monster

One 50, LIB rap doctor, you know what I'm about
I got the money saying hello, oh yo
I walk around like a murder crab
Just black, I can't say stop, drop top lab
Now tell me who doing the best of shit from the bomb bricks

So many kungfu in the weed smoke I book on fast speed boat
I don't ride with no stupid goat, who have made this rap show
My pen got no hollow bitch
Outlaw mafia getting this gangsta shit on final stage
Liberia number one rapper, one 50, hustle I'm coming back




The streets talk but I don't give a penny, I'm busting
Fofo general got your guns smoking
Kids rush for the cookies from Ma Jackie
Gangbangers clutching, I got my rap game floating
The heat got the rest of the haters blood melting
Eat KFC all day like Georgie O. Grand
Get the FC fat like BIG in the bank
Smile for me baby and don't let me get trap by the CID
Blow,oh, I'm so cool with this cold world flicks
Bury you with some bombs when you try to fuck up my gangsta shit
Niggas you are now welcome to the hustle house iron bricks


Ya rappers now feeling the spirits of BKK
Yeah, I ride with the big AK
The pen smile, so I make the lyrics clap the mic pass
So what can you do now, you sweating monster
Ya can't fuck with gangsta
I wrote this shit, son on, ya know the real thug in this bitch
Blast-blast all enemies out
Motherfuckers know what I can do and what I can prove
This is the winner now
Hustle house rap doctor
One 50