Hive - Earl Sweatshirt/Vince Staples.lrc

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[00:00.00]"Hive"(Feat.Vince Staples & Casey Veggies)
[00:00.52]Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my d**k sucked
[00:04.35]Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
[00:07.46]With that ****ing flow that s-s-so belittles men
[00:11.02]They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
[00:14.33]Stone cold, hardly ****ing with these niggas, listen
[00:17.40]The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
[00:20.95]Then forget it, in turn, these critics and interns
[00:23.91]Admitting the shit spitted, just burn like six furnaces
[00:27.57]Writ, it affixed, learning them digits
[00:30.31]And simultaneously, dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?
[00:34.43]One adolescent, six-nigga energy
[00:37.69]And crawling down 'Fax like a rich nigga centipede
[00:41.00]Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
[00:44.82]Stamp and shouting, thra*******ng
[00:46.17]These niggas done let the Kraken out
[00:47.62]Crack-a-lacking, like snap, crackle, popping your ammo off
[00:50.94]Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga
[00:55.50]'87 roof top, Bronson
[00:57.71]Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
[01:00.27](Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
[01:03.44](Sub rocking, thud knocking nigga's teeth loose)
[01:06.74]Bruh, I don't **** with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp)
[01:10.36]Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)
[01:13.66](Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open)
[01:17.62](Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, nigga
[01:21.29]From a city that's recession-hit
[01:23.74]With stress niggas could flex metal with
[01:26.16]Peddle to rake pennies in
[01:28.16]Desolate testaments, trying to stay Jekyll-ish
[01:31.12]But most niggas hide, and Brenda just stay pregnant
[01:34.02]Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose
[01:37.68]It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through
[01:40.95]Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
[01:44.26]Ride dirty as the ****ing sky that you praying to
[01:47.59]So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
[01:50.59]God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
[01:54.30]Disappear again, reappear bearded
[01:57.51]On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again
[02:00.82]Provider of the backdrop music
[02:04.09]For the crack rock user and the mascot Earl
[02:07.30]Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop
[02:11.16]Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
[02:14.68]Striking, wait, wait, who the **** you badder than?
[02:17.34]Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit
[02:20.65]Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
[02:24.01]****ing niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit
[02:27.48]'87 roof top, Bronson
[02:30.64]Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
[02:33.00](Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
[02:36.41](Sub rocking, thud knocking nigga's teeth loose)
[02:39.67]Bruh, I don't **** with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp)
[02:43.53]Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)
[02:46.49](Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open)
[02:50.46](Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, nigga
[02:54.18]Quit with all that tough talk, bruh
[02:55.71]We know you ****ers ain't about shit
[02:57.76]Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
[03:01.14]Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
[03:04.50]I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
[03:07.00]Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is
[03:10.47]Got 'em wi*******ng that they never gave these weapons to kids
[03:13.88]Cheers, send chills up spines of fat ****s
[03:17.34]After shows throwing out sandwiches, ****ers get it
[03:20.70]How they live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money
[03:24.32]Little boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send up for me
[03:27.52]Ain't nobody scaring me, ****ers ain't prepared for heat
[03:31.43]Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
[03:34.25]If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless
[03:37.66]'94, would've had 'em walking down Death Row
[03:41.03]First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
[03:43.98]Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you"
[03:47.35]So it's Raging Waters season
[03:49.56]That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless
[03:52.67]Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing
[03:56.00]Kitten soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy
[03:59.50]I don't believe it
[04:00.51]But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
[04:04.07]Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
[04:07.70]Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn
[04:11.01]Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
[04:14.37]Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
[04:17.43]A couple streets past Baby J, bony ****ers spraying K's
[04:21.00]Ruger with the pork face, J****h for the court case
[04:24.16]Here to save you ****ers from the sorbet, Coldchain
[04:32.67]Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, ****ers
[04:34.00]by og

文本歌词

"Hive"(Feat.Vince Staples & Casey Veggies)
Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my d**k sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
With that ****ing flow that s-s-so belittles men
They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly ****ing with these niggas, listen
The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
Then forget it, in turn, these critics and interns
Admitting the shit spitted, just burn like six furnaces
Writ, it affixed, learning them digits
And simultaneously, dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, six-nigga energy
And crawling down 'Fax like a rich nigga centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
Stamp and shouting, thra*******ng
These niggas done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lacking, like snap, crackle, popping your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking nigga's teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't **** with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open)
(Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, nigga
From a city that's recession-hit
With stress niggas could flex metal with
Peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments, trying to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas hide, and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose
It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through
Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the ****ing sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
Disappear again, reappear bearded
On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user and the mascot Earl
Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop
Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait, who the **** you badder than?
Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
****ing niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking nigga's teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't **** with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open)
(Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, nigga
Quit with all that tough talk, bruh
We know you ****ers ain't about shit
Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is
Got 'em wi*******ng that they never gave these weapons to kids
Cheers, send chills up spines of fat ****s
After shows throwing out sandwiches, ****ers get it
How they live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money
Little boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send up for me
Ain't nobody scaring me, ****ers ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless
'94, would've had 'em walking down Death Row
First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you"
So it's Raging Waters season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing
Kitten soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy
I don't believe it
But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn
Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J, bony ****ers spraying K's
Ruger with the pork face, J****h for the court case
Here to save you ****ers from the sorbet, Coldchain
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, ****ers
by og