Текст песни JT Music - Beggars Can't Be Choosers
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Hit the ground running, grab a weapon and go You landed outside the circle? Then get Your head in the zone 'Cause duty's calling Everybody get on your phone It's international battle royale Who wants the throne? I'm going toe to toe with Every foe on the globe I'll be the last man standing With the dopest wardrobe change it up If you're ever sick of rollin' alone Join an army of 50 You'll all be owning the zone From all over the world, I know we can't lose "Nous allons gagner", can't understand you! From the shores to the mountains Wait for my moment to kill Uncontested anywhere I go I'm king of this hill You'll see me raise my flag high For my enemies to witness Setting up my shield Establishing my defenses I'm a doctor, got my PhD in ballistics With my national pride But this isn't the Olympics You gotta grab what you can You know beggars can't be choosers Separate the boys from men And the winners from the losers Battle Royale! It's the dawn of the dead Zombie survival time You know the guys who run Around without vital signs? Try to bite me and I'll take Your faces straight to my chainsaw Got a job as a zombie? mate You're about to get laid off When it comes to survivin' I'll supply you with the bible After I drop from the heavens And parachute on arrival i'm a deadeye That I'm gonna prove with a rifle I'll have my rivals all whining "Hey I could use a revival!" Brought the keys to the jeep Let's take a cruise in the ride My whole crew's in the whip But they know who's gonna drive This battle is royale, crown me king Now you will abide The only way I know to play You gotta rule to survive This ain't a rap, in fact It's more like a guidebook I'll add a chapter for every life that I took A fight to the death is the Kind that I look for Time to make you taste this Grenade that I've cooked Grab what you can You know beggars can't be choosers Separate the boys from men And the winners from the losers Battle Royale! Gloves off, my fists are vicious Check out the killfeed I'm checking off my hit list With this guitar I'll rock zombies 'cause I'm Down with the sickness Airdrop, I got dibs on it This is like Christmas We got a bit of distance Wanna get some fitness? When I hit the circle I will Work it like a business You're a chicken chicken, I'm a winna-winna I'll pluck your cluckin' feather Cook you up for dinna-dinna I got so much look that I Gone filled up my pockets You're talking to the wrong guy if You think I'm gonna drop it The circle's shrinkin' but if I leave my corner, i might get shot It does not help I'm caught in The middle of a bombardment I had 99 problems, now they're all gone, see? Subtract that from a hundred, gee That leaves one - me It's been a fortnight since I had some rounds Of battle royale that felt Like real battlegrounds Grab what you can You know beggars can't be choosers Separate the boys from men And the winners from the losers Battle Royale! Смотрите также:
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