Fabolous – Breathe

Download clean Vinyl lp CD mp3 audio song by Fabolous and this music is titled “Breathe”.

Actually this wonderful tune is popped out of an album which is titled “Real Talk” Which is released in the year 2004.

 

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Breathe, oh

Woo, woo, woo

Breathe

One and then the two (Two)

Two and then the three (Three)

Three and then the four (Four)

Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)

One and then the two (Two)

Two and then the three (Three)

Three and then the four (Four)

Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Yo, these niggas can’t breathe when I come through

Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man

It’s not even funny they can’t (Breathe)

The chokehold’s too tight

The left looks too right

You know what? You right

These bitches can’t (Breathe)

Look look, they hearts racin’, they start chasin’

But I’m so fast when I blow past, that they can’t (Breathe)

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better than your past

If you present with the man, you better (Breathe)

You niggas can’t share my air

Or walk a mile in the pair I wear

And I’m gettin’ better year by year

Like they say wine do

Cops couldn’t smell me if you brought the K-9s through

And I pace myself

I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth

But I keep ’em on a diet

Embrace they health or either keep ’em on the quiet

And space myself

And just take a deep breath

I got ’em grabbin’ they chest

‘Cause it’s hurtin’ ’em to see Fab in his best

And they in they worst

They’d rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the ‘Bach

And I ain’t just layin’ a verse, I’m sayin’ the facts

I came back with some sicker ston

That got these broke niggas lookin’ at me

Like they chokin’ on a chicken bone

Every chick I bone can’t leave the dick alone

So I know it’s one of them every time I flip my phone

Breathe

One and then the two (Two)

Two and then the three (Three)

Three and then the four (Four)

Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)

One and then the two (Two)

Two and then the three (Three)

Three and then the four (Four)

Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)

One and then the two (Two)

Two and then the three (Three)

Three and then the four (Four)

Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Yo, these niggas can’t breathe when I come through

Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man

It’s not even funny they can’t (Breathe)

The chokehold’s too tight

The left looks too right

You know what? You right

These bitches can’t (Breathe)

Look look, they hearts racin’, they start chasin’

But I’m so fast when I blow past, that they can’t (Breathe)

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better than your past

If you present with the man, you better (Breathe)

I see them on the block when I passes

Looking like they need oxygen mask-es

I make it hard to (Breathe)

But I keep the Glocks in the stashes

‘Cause the cops wanna lock and harass us

And make it hard to (Breathe)

They has to react, like having an asthma attack

When they see the plasma in back

You dudes are wheezing behind me

My flow is like a coupe, breezing at 90

That’s the reason they signed me

The slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts

Feels something like hard punches to the gut

How I address the haters and underestimaters

And ride up on ’em like they escalators

They shook up and hooked up to respirators

On they last breath talking to investigators

I’m a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair

Face it boo and do it ’til your face get blue

And then (Breathe)

One and then the two (Two)

Two and then the three (Three)

Three and then the four (Four)

Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)

One and then the two (Two)

Two and then the three (Three)

Three and then the four (Four)

Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)

One and then the two (Two)

Two and then the three (Three)

Three and then the four (Four)

Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Yo, these niggas can’t (Breathe)

When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it

As quick as a tick in a New York minute

Catch a breath, ‘fore you catch a left

Even worse, catch a Tef’, only way you catch an F

To the A-B, it’s in the May-B, rolling with my baby

Grippin’ on a toy that you won’t find at KB

I rhyme slick on ya

They gon’ have to put the Heimlich on ya

What you know bout letting dimes lick on ya?

While you inhale the weed

And it won’t stop ’til they inhale your seed

And it don’t stop ’til I tell ’em to breathe

Like a doctor with a stethoscope

I don’t see no fucking hope

Unless these motherfuckers (Breathe)

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta

Uptown gotta

The Bronx gotta

Queens gotta (Breathe)

Staten Isle gotta

You niggas gotta

You bitches gotta

Everybody (Breathe)

One and then the two (Two)

Two and then the three (Three)

Three and then the four (Four)

Then you gotta (Breathe)

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Breathe

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