Kenaf

Kenaf [etymology: Persian],Hibiscus cannabinus, is a plant in the Malvaceae family. Hibiscus cannabinus is in the genus Hibiscus and is probably native to southern Asia, though its exact natural origin is unknown. The name also applies to the fibre obtained from this plant. Kenaf is one of the allied fibres of jute and shows similar characteristics.

Common names

  • Europe:
    • English: kenaf (Persian origin), Deccan hemp, Java jute...
    • French: chanvre de Bombay, chanvre du Deccan, chanvre de Guinée, chanvre de Gambo, chanvre de roselle, jute de Java, jute de Siam, kénaf, ketmie à feuilles de chanvre (Belgium), roselle
    • German: Ambari, Dekkanhanf, Gambohanf, Hanfeibisch, Javajute, Kenaf, Rosellahanf, Roselle, Siamjute
    • Portuguese: cânhamo rosella, juta-de-java, juta-do-sião, quenafe
    • Spanish: cáñamo de la India, cáñamo de gambo, cáñamo Rosella, pavona encendida, yute de Java, yute de Siam
  • English: kenaf (Persian origin), Deccan hemp, Java jute...
  • French: chanvre de Bombay, chanvre du Deccan, chanvre de Guinée, chanvre de Gambo, chanvre de roselle, jute de Java, jute de Siam, kénaf, ketmie à feuilles de chanvre (Belgium), roselle
  • Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Who Ya' Gone Shoot

    by: Kuniva

    [Hook]
    I said I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot with it
    I said I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot
    I said I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot with it
    But what, what, what?
    Listen, I can give it to you, yeah, I can give it to you
    7 mile dog, get your bitch straight nuded
    I keep a shooter nigga, ruger and a 7 deuce
    Pedal to the floor of the coup, blowing hula hoops
    Fuck a state troop, 7 let the cake loose
    Brawling up the eye 94, of the great goose
    I'm in a great mood, eating whole plate food
    Skating through the hood on them tools
    Call it great moves
    Getting bitches and they can't stand up
    Pimp brooking ever green, Tony Montana
    It's me and... rolling getting our ranging on
    Gangster shit, cert of y'all, baking mix, cerovone
    I'm at a marathon, pistol and a miniphone
    Cranking till the menace's gone,
    Light it up and hit it strong, huh
    That nigga's banging when the song come on
    Goon squad runging af, niggas know what zone you on
    [Hook]
    I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot with it
    I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot
    I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot with it
    But what, what, what?
    I'm too gagnsta for your motherfucking hood
    I'm too gangsta for them motherfucking hoes behind you
    I'm too gagnsta for your motherfucking hood
    I'm too gangsta for them motherfucking hoes behind you
    I got a problem with authority, I live in glory
    For y'all I'm a bastard, so the safest thing to do is ignore me
    Stay away like I've been quarantined
    Or else I splatter you and write your name in blood on the wall
    So the hood know it's me
    I'm on the scene, let nobody in the beam
    My whole G is rocking glue, but he fall about the green
    You can't touch us, you be transparent
    You can't stand in the way of the shots
    Of going through you and your man's parents
    Don't stand glaring, the wrong way
    I throw your man's... top the will of a pharis
    With a gun that's named 7
    He's a rebel with a weapon,
    The west and the half is distressing
    Crying, speaking with a weapon
    Begging him to ask he a question
    Is it really a heaven?
    You about to find out, see the news clips at 11
    Kunavi rep the east,
    And once again homie if you speak beef
    I'll shoot you and scream increase the peace!
    [Hook]
    I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot with it
    I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot
    I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot with it
    But what, what, what?
    I give it to you them 50 calibers desert eagle hollow tips
    Will knock you out on some Apollo shit
    Catch me on that twick twick gs, now go and follow bitch
    I get excited when the throttle spit
    And since my name always in your mouth
    Then go an swallow tricks, hey Jack
    I'm on my ralo shit
    Me and kuniva out in Vegas fucking model chicks
    Y'all still burn lotto ticks, that nigg famous
    Tell you the truth, it ain't the music
    The fact that I picked up a firearm and I used it
    Right to protect myself, I abused it
    Goon squad records, what? The new ruthless
    Hell yeah
    Y'all see it, quit acting like you don't, nigga
    Run your ass to the d and get stoned nigga
    They tell me you tell them to tell me you coming
    But you ain't and you won't nigga
    You wanna live? Don't, nigga
    I got the... you know what, come on with it!
    [Hook]
    I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot with it
    I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot
    I can give it to you
    But who you gonna shot with it
    But what, what, what?
    I'm too gagnsta for your motherfucking hood
    I'm too gangsta for them motherfucking hoes behind you
    I'm too gagnsta for your motherfucking hood




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