ฟังเพลงManslaughter (Explicit)

Song: Manslaughter

Artist: Pop Smoke Featuring The-Dream & Rick Ross

Lyrics: Steven Victor, Ryan Press, Luc Klein, Justin Kim, Darrius Willrich, The-Dream, Pop Smoke & Rick Ross

Composed: JMoney (USA), Ryan Press, Daoud, Jess Jackson & Jake One

So how can I be anything I wanna be

If I die in my dreams?

Uh-huh

Heard you talkin' on my name

It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide

If you f**kin' with me or one of mines (RIP to the legend Smoke, uh)

It's gon' be a manslaughter (Biggest) or homicide (May your name live forever, baby)

If you f**kin' with me or one of mines (I felt you, yes)

(M-M-M-M-Ma)

So many problems I can kill with just a text

Not many barbers put a razor to my neck

So many fathers raised us heartless in the 'jects

So when it come to opps, murder I еxpect

Pop Smoke gunshot, focused on onе spot

White glove, dice game, Wilt Chamberlain on the block

The rain man, my stocks is one to watch

Carry a casket, a n***a carry some shots

Bomboclaat n***as in drop tops

I deserve to shine, labels turn to shrines

Still keepin' it real, every word and line

Can I freeze the watch? You n***as burnin' time

It's gon' be a manslaughter (Biggest) or homicide (RIP to the real)

If you f**kin' with me (May your name live forever, you hear me?) or one of mines (Lord)

It's gon' be a manslaughter (Huh) or homicide

If you f**kin' with me or one of mines

Four-door, hitters in the back

Big body and it's tinted black

Politickin', we ain't into that

Smokin' opps 'til the clip end

Forty carats on my wrist, yeah

Me and Dread into liftin'

Me and Dread into liftin'

Four-door, hitters in the back

Big body and it's tinted black

Politickin', we ain't into that

Smoking opps 'til the clip end

Forty carats on my wrist, yeah

Me and Dread into liftin'

Me and Dread into liftin'

It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide

If you f**kin' with me or one of mines

It's gon' be a manslaughter or homicide

If you f**kin' with me or one of mines

To my n***as, make sure your debts is paid

To my children make sure your bed get made

And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days

I'm missin' you these days

To my n***as, make sure your debts is paid

To my children make sure your bed get made

And to my girl, I'm missin' you these days

I'm missin' you these days

Funny how the worst shit, happens to the best of them

Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na

Crazy how the best shit happen to the rest of them

Ooh, na, na-na, na, na-na

So how can I be anything (How can I be anything?)

I wanna be (I just wanna be, baby)

If I die (I just wanna be free)

In my dreams? (Oh, oh, oh-woah, ooh woah)

Hey

Just wanna fly free

I just want to be me

I just want to live out all my dreams

Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah

Oh, ooh-ooh, oh, ooh-woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah