paroles de chanson Got the Feelin - Kerser , Rates
Punch
your
breakky
bongs
for
this
(Haha)
Way
to
start
it,
good
morning!
Look
and
uhm...
All
of
them
the
same,
their
lame
we
what
you
look
for
Crawling
in
my
veins
cocaine
has
got
me
cooked
more
My
brain
gets
you
amazed
I'm
writing
till
my
books
worn
Watch
me
break
this
gate,
crack
the
safe
in
the
hood
floor
Definitely
expecting
me,
like
to
be
the
death
of
me
Writing
leaving
legacies,
the
history
its
left
to
me
Now
when
you
see
the
melody
is
getting
severed
heavily
This
the
sort
of
shit
that
have
you
jetting
to
your
remedy
So
jet,
jet
it
off,
you
won't
move
cause
your
soft
And
my
crew
at
the
top,
who
are
you?
Your
a
flop
So
keep
it
moving
along,
and
its
true
cause
the
songs
That
we're
doing
have
a
flame
and
I
prove
that
its
strong
Light
a
flame
and
quick
I
came
to
kick
the
industry
it
makes
me
sick
You
listening
to
crazy
shit,
admit
that
this
is
greatness
bitch
Now
wait
a
minute
hit
it
with
the
style
made
to
make
them
think
Place
this
shit
and
take
it
to
a
level,
watch
us
make
the
mix
Dangerous,
famous,
life
is
what
you
make
it
And
I've
turned
life
into
something
thats
amazing
I'm
living
my
dream,
you
sit
and
you
scheme
Thinking
how
the
fuck
the
movement
its
ridiculous
bleed
to
death
Yes,
fuck
a
death
threat,
deadset,
not
dead
yet
Im
taking
out
the
next
threat
Theres
no
threat,
so
get
slept
Deadset
they're
dead
wrong,
decapitated
head
gone
Dead
gone
and
rotten
in
the
ashes
of
their
dead
songs
Seen
enough
and
been
around,
you
beefing,
gonna
hit
t
He
ground
Your
competing
with
some
brothers
positive
and
leaving
proud
Why
these
other
rappers
whinging
like
they
fucking
gave
us
help
Jealous
cause
they
know
we
got
it,
just
the
cards
that
they
were
dealt
And
I
see
hrough
a
poker
face
so
go
escape
your
bullshit
Just
come
and
talk
it
over
mate
I
know
you
hate
the
cool
kids
Too
fresh,
too
swag,
crew
rep,
move
back
I
shack
her/ur
till
she
troublesome
like
2Pac
(Get
it?)
So
move
back
with
your
new
track
and
throw
it
out
Were
all
yes
yes,
and
you?
They
dont
know
about
They
say
you
go
around
and
stick
your
fucking
nose
around
And
flow
to
promotors
at
shows
but
no
ones
going
out
Cut
grass,
pour
it
up,
cuff
us,
ignore
the
cunts
Court
has
got
my
mates
doing
stretches
like
they
warming
up
So
free
'em
all,
and
let
my
crew
represent
Movin'
to
get,
all
the
loot
and
respect,
till
the
death
This
rapping
gets
me
fuelled
up,
next
second
kill
stuff
Living
for
a
thrill
I
open
minds
just
like
a
pill
does
Heaps
of
beats
that
we
destroy,
this
the
key
to
free
the
boys
History
we
make
in
raps,
not
fake
and
you
just
heaps
of
toys
Heaps
of
toys,
and
they
thinkin
that
their
rap
is
real
They're
so
toy,
boy,
put
them
in
a
happy
meal
We
blood
brothers
and
(?)
all
day
You
can't
touch
us,
you
dumb
fuck,
just
walk
away
So
what
you
think
bro?
Off
tap
like
the
sink
broke
What
they
gonna
do,
when
they
witnessing
the
king
flow
So
what
they
thinking
bro,
these
faggots
lack
a
rhythmic
flow
Rappin
but
were
packing
.45's
so
fucking
let
em
go
Trained
to
kill,
80
pills,
popped
in
Mercedes
still
Watch
how
the
haters
feel,
not
for
the
lame
its
real
Crazy
gifted
with
the
80s
blade
inflicted
on
your
ladies
face
Your
misses
we
the
AB
wait
they
get
it
Wait,
wait,
they
get
it
your
with
there
ain't
a
substitute
The
best,
what
you
reckon,
you
got
something
that
you
love
to
do
Spent
a
lot
of
time
to
get
here,
yeah
man
it
took
quite
a
while
Doesn't
happen
overnight
go
get
your
rhyming
style
Your
rhyme
styles
more
weeks
than
a
calendar
You
gay
rappers
are
just
reeking
of
lavender
They
wanna
battle,
I
won't
compete
with
an
amateur
Defeat,
what
you
speak,
have
you
fiending
for
stamina
Sydney
street
rap,
South
West
where
the
street
at
Your
saying
that
your
street,
but
the
streets
hate
your
speak
back
You
need
a
street
map,
define
where
the
streets
at
We're
where
the
streets
at,
and
beats
make
the
streets
clap
So
talk
your
shit,
cause
you
rappers
are
broke
Got
punchlines
like
I'm
swinging
at
a
saddy
of
coke
Just
know
they're,
packing
a
quote,
with
maximum
dope
Stab
your
hag
in
the
back
of
the
throat
till
you
collapse
and
ya
choke
(What!)
We
got
the
feeling
and
the
feeling
is
good
We
never
changed,
thats
the
deal
we
keep
it
real
with
the
hood
Kerser,
Rates,
NEBS
is
bass,
you
know
it
really
is
good
We
got
you
laced
off
your
face
we
know
your
fiending
your
hood
We
got
the
feeling
and
the
feeling
is
good
We
never
changed,
thats
the
deal
we
keep
it
real
with
the
hood
Kerser,
Rates,
NEBS
is
bass,
you
know
it
really
is
good
We
got
you
laced
off
your
face
we
know
your
fiending
your
hood
Your
hood
Tell
me
that
didn't
start
you
day
with
a
bang
Suns
out,
(good
morning)
Its
quarter
past
7 you've
already
had
like,
3 spliffs,
(Theres
no
rest
for
the
sickest)
Its
one
of
them
days
Kerser,
Rates,
NEBS,
whatup!
![Kerser feat. Rates - No Rest for the Sickest](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/v/p/6/c/h0znu2c6pv.jpg)
1 Put the Pipe Down
2 Got the Feelin
3 The Time
4 This My Life
5 Stand Up
6 Who You Judging
7 Way 2 Hi Up
8 Big Dreams
9 Naturally
10 We Run Shit
11 We Run Shit
12 The Reminder
13 Just For Now
14 They Will Never Understand
15 The Temptation
16 Nowhere To Go
17 Can't Rest
18 Unwritten Letter
19 Put the Pipe Down
20 Remember The Name
21 Good-Bye
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