Parole ... Sweet & tender. Dan bau & dan tranh (zithers). (South Vietnam)
Chao mua tu me zu ma con ngu nam can chay la nam can chay To kun do ho beu nam hoi chai la chai heu Hoy hoy hoy la noy hoy Hoi hoi em nyoi toi chan em hoi toi chan Hay nin nin di con hay nu nu di con Con hoy la con hoy hoy con hoy hoy con hoy Con hoy con hoy hoy con Din mua sun lua sun mana Hun cha con ve la cha un con ve Con na pay cha hoy chan la chang ge Hoy hoy hoy hoy la hoy yeu Hoy hoy en yo toy chan em yo toy chan em yo toy chan Hoy hoy
Parole ... Explicit language. Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Male vocal. BPM 90.
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick. Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring. I remember the night like it was morning Kat out of line, the vision rewinds He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights Now ah days, that's how they play Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook. Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore. Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl. Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him. Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude. He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam Son lets break out and shake out. Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling outside one through the chest just like a javelin. Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed Fronting in clubs unorganized Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds. 20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus) Now how that sound When you get knocked Down How that sound When they let go rounds From your country all the way to uptown You might get found, man How that Sound ?
