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Vybz Kartel – Round Corna

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Текст Vybz Kartel – Round Corna

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Unno a ramp with bomboclaat me
Me name bomboclaat killer

Bomboclaat, dawg how him say him bad
And is a gyal kill him

When will they learn
Dem cyaan win
Gaza run the thing

Big Yard, gunshot inna face a so the AK blast
A so the gad head tear off
Bare stray dog have your brain fi breakfast
Too ears hard hold this and your ears part
A Addi run Gaza dung yah sa… safe
Not even a bad wud cyaan cuss inna me place
If me no gi’ no permission weh the fuck unno think
Me mek the Gully bwoy run lef’ Cassava Piece
A so the likkle fish fast

Dem shot ya go ’round corner
Run up inna your yard, turn your head inna disaster
You’re dead inna the yard back
Fat shot, bun him up
Like me lef’ me cellie ‘pon the charger
Kill him with the likkle blind bwoy
One inna the likkle blind bwoy eye ball
Blood inna your eye now
Big Yard, White Hall
Nyam bwoy food, white squall fly gone

Every rifle up a Jakes Road
Block off the street fi me kill the priest
Dem a say Teach him a try run weh go a airport
Rockfort, nothing cyaan pass the lane mouth

KFC nah cook and a bare smoke
Flour Mill vacate, cement stay close
As me powder out this bwoy face
A Cowboy forward with ’bout hundred plain clothes
Hillside, Melbrook, keep the sea coast
Nine Mile, Bully Bay, reach a Beach Road

Times, gi’ me couple clip mek me reload
No detour, bum
Portmore me reach home
A bare gyal a wait

Dem shot ya go ’round corner
Run up inna your yard, turn your head inna disaster
You’re dead inna the yard back
Fat shot, bun him up
Like me lef’ me cellie ‘pon the charger
Kill him with the likkle blind bwoy
One inna the likkle blind bwoy eye ball
Blood inna your eye now
Big Yard, White Hall
Nyam bwoy food, white squall fly gone

Unno waan ramp with bomboclaat me
A me name bomboclaat killer

Well, this is Vybz Kartel
And me have a message fi the school youth dem
You see this badness thing ya
It no worth it, you hear
Stay inna school and get a education, youth
Just tek my foolish advice
Dem thing ya a just dead house and jail house
And crosses ‘pon you and your family
And, you know, people weh you love and dem thing deh
You hear that, you no have nothing fi prove to no man
Just hold your composure, stay inna school, do your work
Mek your parents proud, you hear that
And ‘memba this, no matter how you poor
Or how you feel like nothing nah gwaan
Your life special, you hear
‘Memba me tell you that