Текст песни Lets Get Loud - Tyson El Dominicano feat. Tina Johnson

Can you hear anything
Yeah hey man its time for me to get loud man i benn quit for too long
Know what i mean like am trying to make some noise
He died yesterday he died yesterday
Sing it baby Let's Get Loud Let's Get Loud Let's Get Loud call me
Tyson El Dominicano by the way hit the crowd hit the crowd hit the
Crowd hit I brought my homegirl Tina you
Know I get loud is only right man I'm Dominican

I had dreams of being a coke boy having all the dope boy
Hustling like a panhandler just to not be broke Boy
But I'ma make it like a blueprint that is on my old boy
I keep rocking on this beat on my head like a lowboy
Bitches be like oh boy I'm loving his swag
How he keep his face clean but he dirty like a rag
Ey wallet is getting tired I think I'm going to need a bag
Cause I got numbers in my back pocket looking like a tag
I'll be chilling in the back so them people never see me
Last time they gave me two and a half and didn't want to free me
I know my life is a movie but you wouldn't want to see me
You wouldn't want to pay for me like a surgery you feel me
That is terrible you feel me but that's how the cookie crumbles
My dad said if you don't ball just make sure that you don't fumble
Some of y'all be full of air but could get popped like a bubble
Humble but I never let a nigga tell me no Mutombo
If you hit me I don't crumble I just go and get you back
Spend my money on some hitters then go back to cooking crack
Black shoes black pants black shirt black hat
Y'm just young and I'm on that dumb but never stupid
Got niggas with guns Indians that shoot arrows just like cupid
My white be like the beat if it's not enough then I Loop it
Ya'll be like the target If I Aim at you Then imma shoot it
I'm secluded cause I don't need friends around me dog
I know niggas like the priest that's praying for my downfall
My nighas like the plug want they money like landlords
Also got ninjas Go in your crib and that's just one call
On the beat I go commando make a crib look like a bando
Want some problems Imma stump all on your face just like some sandals
Want some problems my yungins going
To light your head just like a candle

I am hot crack in the pot call me magic like Orlando

Up we go up we go up we go
Get up now get up now get up now
Hit the floor Hit the Floor hit the floor

Get up now get up now get up now
He died Yesterday he Died yesterday

Let's Get Loud Let's Get Loud Let's Get Loud
Let's Get Loud Let's Get Loud Let's Get Loud