Для тренировок, МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, HIP-HOP NEW, Олдскул Рэп Люкс Вайб (Олдскул Восточного Побережья)

Silk shirts, imported cigars, smoking the best
I got the family crest tattooed on my chest
We operating in the shadows, making the calls
Building empires behind impenetrable walls
The competition trying to step, but they out of their league
I see through the lies, the whispers and the intrigue
From street corners to the boardroom, making the flip
I keep a tight circle, operating a sinking ship? Never.
We float above the water, commanding the fleet
The undisputed kings of this cold concrete.

We running the town, we wearing the crown
Whenever we step in the room, it’s going down
The luxury life, the hustle, the grind
We leaving the amateurs thousands of miles behind.
Yeah, respect the architect.

Dining on lobster, counting paper in the back room
If you cross the family, you sealing your own doom
It ain’t about the violence, it’s about the respect
And ensuring that the weekly revenues collect
I orchestrate the movement like a maestro on the stage
I turned a life of poverty into a golden age
So raise a glass of champagne to the ones who survive
It takes a cold, cold heart to keep the business alive.

We running the town, we wearing the crown
Whenever we step in the room, it’s going down
The luxury life, the hustle, the grind
We leaving the amateurs thousands of miles behind.