they'll change your life and control your mind I can't relate to it [Chorus x2] Kill the fuckin' music industry! xalot Why? [Chorus x3] Kill the fuckin music industry
fuckin' music industry Sick of all this monotony Kill the fuckin' music industry Kill the fuckin' music industry Kill the fuckin' music industry Kill the fuckin' music industry Kill the fuckin' music industry
Traduzione: Freddo. Kill The Music Industry.
they'll change Your life and control Your mind I can't relate to it [chorus] x2 Kill the fuckin' music industry! xalot Why? [chorus] x3 Kill the fuckin music industry
Limit, hit em up. [Verse 2: Buk] Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die, cuz we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside
Live, They've Been Through, I Love That Gangsta Music Bump Nothin But Thugsta Music, Except When I Lay It Down Slow It Down That Lovin Music, Ain't No
foes gon get stuck up And I'm going for the rappers, that always talk trill in they music Act real in they music, so people can feel they music Old rappers
's the evil music of today But I really fell in love with the sound that was comin out from the eatscoast So we got it twist it up a bit and the industry
to get a job but instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobb I'm wakin up in the morning thinkin of death as I break out in a cold sweat
Bentleys Mel Gibson, Spazzed out for real Idiots of the year? BP, for the oil spill And Wayne went to jail for his gat They said he had a music player
take they life live, they've been through, I love that gangsta music bump nothin but thugsta music, except when I lay down, that slow down, that lovin music
Ooh How we do it It's all about the music It's all about the music Everyday, day It seems it's getting shorter As the world turns round and round These
though Now pussy player haters say that I'm too raw with it But y'all thinkin' 'cause I be talkin' shit Them hoes say that nigga cold as hell Fuck what
klack klack klack klack, come on Yeah Yeah, yeah Strong arm steady, we ready, it's time to ball out When vocal chords spit cold shit they never thaw out Industry
No Limit, hit em up. Verse 2-(Buk) Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die, 'cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck
to get a job But instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobb I'm wakin' up in the morning thinkin' of death As I break out in a cold sweat
