Текст песни They Don't Wanna Hear - Kerser

Violent
He said he got the ounces cheap and it's a good look
If he can move it quick come back with good choice
If he slipped his shit and wanted more to sell then Mary Jane
The older lads used to warn him it's a scary game
He didn't listen made a quick move to
Extacsy and to cocaine and heroin eventually
Over years he held his rep and stood a staunch
Cunt the type of fella every mother fucker talks up
He gets the word another dealer beats his prices
The other dealer ruthless not known to be the nicest
But he ain't hearing that he reaching for his nearest gaf
Finds the motherfucker heavy trigger til he hears a splat
He brags the fact around and hope that people fall back
Then he's found dead so what the fuck we gonna call that
No matter who you are you think that you' the sickest
Shit moral of the story guarantee theirs always bigger fish
These are stories that they block & don't want to hear
Streets are talking,never stop we got a rocket yeah
Never in life will I see the day they control what I speak na
These are stories that they block and don't want to
Hear,Streets are talking,never stop we got a rocket yeah
She knows the fellas check her out and she likes it
Her friend tells her be a stripper so she tries it
She making money in her playboy bunny ears
Drunk cunt shows up after 100 beers
Offers extra if she leaves & comes home with him
She agrees for the money drugs & extra drinks
He gets her home and smacks her up & fucking beats down
Call the cops what shit she can't even speak now
He lets her go black eyed and messed up,
Pants around the ankles she can sort of pull the dress up she tells
Her boss her boss is tripping like whose she shows the place and now
He's going into do shit their out the front the boss stops and says
Shut your face,puts a gaf to her face it's his brothers place,
Sicker then more brother sister daughter
Never saw anymore na they wish they know it all
These are the stories they don't want to hear
Streets are talking never stopping we got a rocket yeah
Never in life will I see the day they control what I speak na
They doing rorts and armed robs across Sydney
He got a bank to crack and I aint talking piggy
He didn't know the crew he had we're gonna snitch na
He done a bunch of jobs with them over the six months
The shit cunts switched up and snitched fuck
Now he's in his cell but he ain't bout to fucking quit na
He done his time now he's searching for his old crew
Take them out one by one cos they told true
Suburban stories got ya spinning with your lights out
This the type of shit the neighbourhood be doing right now
Don't be blinded it be easy to see you'd be
Surprised the type of cunts that go and meet with the key yeah
The streets are moving you just never hear the truth
Flat drive-bys on houses now they mother fucking shoot back
The true facts signing out from the south west
People chasing paper til they ain't got a house left
These are stories that they block and they don't want to
Hear never in life will I see the day they control what I speak
These are stories that they block and don't want to hear
Never in life will I see the day they control what I speak.