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lirik lagu b-real - breathe

[intro]
yeah, you wanna get sh-t done you, gotta get it done yourself
-gunshot- holy sh-t!
(breathe)
-heavy breathing-
breathe, breathe, man
just let it go
(breathe)
weed, dawg
just play!

[verse 1: b-real]
someone call an ambulance, ’cause when the hammers danced there ain’t no tellin’
who’s, fallin’ the standards, strong and the battle stance, it’s hard to
(breathe), when you’re running for your life and there ain’t no
shelter which you can hide in [your light and the key has melted?], try to
(breathe), and just stay calm and try to get
through every little fork in the road, you know the
(breathe), load is getting heavier when you’re stacking up dough, homie
and never let them see you fall, you can’t
(breathe) from the choke hold, that’s why you tappin’, you throwin’
better that, than to get me clappin’, you won’t
(breathe) any longer if we out here strappin’
so many nights the gun bites when the melees happen, i wanna
(breathe) so give me some room, before we f-ck you
and you screamin’ that you light-headed dizzy, just
(breathe), inhale, exhale, no joke, we get you
(breathe), all twisted up from all the kush we smoke
man, can’t you contact, go ‘head ‘n’ fill your lungs up
hold them in ’til you’re high as f-ck, remember
(breathe), so your conk–ss don’t p-ss out
the last on with [chest pains came to m-ss you out?], i still
(breathe) can’t you hear it, homie? my hearts pumpin’, i’m
in the streets tryin’ to [calm?] your somethin’, i
(breathe) and i never let you stop me you wanna
(breathe) [closen?] out then don’t talk about me, man

[hook: b-real]
(breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run
don’t come back ’cause we won’t let you
(breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run
don’t come back ’cause we won’t let you
(breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run
don’t come back ’cause we won’t let you
(breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run
don’t come back ’cause-

[verse 2: crow soto (of street platoon)]
cause motherf-cker take notice, the new west coast
we stand and stay focused, wrote this sh-t
i mix it up i spin my sentiment
street genesis, the bible’s newest testament
i cleanse another mental when i spit these thoughts external
i’m a soldier that’s universal, that told you i will hurt you
i make sick dog music, they lose it in the circle
they try to k!ll you and send you straight to the morgue
when i spit these words at you they come admire [in the sword?]
i’m the lord of discipline, with a cup of gin, grinnin’
just tryin’ to make a million, so f-ck your opinions
i got no feelin’s so you really can’t compare me
unless you also backed by the ss military
where we prepare daily for our day of deployment
i destroy men with [smit shine?] bullets, the chamber poison
metal pipes that set out life, it’s like gunpowder
the power to divide a man’s soul from his heart
while hot i’m like christ bringing light to the dark ages
like cds to haters, man, i think i’m going crazy
in a world where we sk!llin’ and we tryin’ to find some balance
i mastered these words so i ain’t wastin’ my talent
i spit 16 bars from the pages without changes
i spit exactly what i feel remainin’ the bravest
crow soto, b-real, kings among average men
to do the damage i’m usin’ a gun and the pen

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