Bad Balance — I Know Ya Style tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Double… Double nickle Bad Balance
From New York to Moscow
What it look like?
B. Ricks nigga
Showtime
('Bout to dance on these niggas)
Let’s get it on!
White knight sippin' Stolichnaya, higher than Marley off the kaya
Barron Ricks a pure livewire, no liar
Plus I go there from Harlem World out to Red Square
Startin' fires, bustin' at Jeremy Irons
Yo, I’m a Black Russian, Baryshnikov over percurssians
So stop fussin', nigga, I’m on, end of discussion
I tote roscoes in Moscows, a rap rōnin
Flow shogun, with Five Deadly Venoms, holdin'
Money and knots foldin', bitches with twats knowin'
Ay yo you step on my heels, my gun blowin'
Niggas is still yellin', for me to stop like Boris Yeltsin
'Cause my style is sick I ain’t bellin', gremlin
Bustin' big bazookas at the Kremlin, Mr. Ricks
Pass the Absolut and cranberry mix
While we gunnin' for the militia, KGB nigga
We takin' home no prisoners
So let it be from New York to Moscow
TV-
I know ya style
From New York to Moscow. I know ya style
(«!») I know ya style
Them cats on the prowl. I know ya style
(Bad Balance) I know ya style
I know it (I know ya style)
I know it (I know ya style)
I know what your type is into, power right?
More power, facin' crowd power
I see that old coward power
Legalize won’t spaz out, he’ll play with a flower
To rejoin ya, have the reverend preach on ya
I rap snubnose from my
Explode, air ya out, and reload
I don’t know what drugs ya been sold, huh
Nor what schemes ya hold, nor what dreams ya been told
But ya niggas ain’t policin' me, huh
Shoulda got the beast in me
Ya baddest man ain’t reachin' me
It’s the Ročsigar, Ročsigoo
Rock tobacco, rock Havana
Rock cigar, Santana, with the
Bandana wrapped around my forehead
Lookin' for the niggas who jumped my man
So I can clack the power went boom and dwarf the land
You don’t know how I got grimy, gentile
From New York to Moscow, buckwild
If you don’t know my Harlem style
Just grab your man hand, run home and sing it
Or put your life on the line homie and bring it
And find out if a nigga like me make it to heaven
Huh, it won’t be nobody in hell
««! (I know ya style)
Bad Balance (I know ya style)
— (I know ya style)
EFF. Bad B. (I know ya style)
(Oh, shit!)
Bad Balance (Oh, bshit!)
(We blast a much fasta)
From the streets to P. I know ya style
From cats on the prowl. I know ya style
From bags to vials. I know ya style
From New York to Moscow. I know ya style
(I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
From New York to Moscow, guns go blaow!
The music loud, security movin' the crowd
We drinkin' Jim Beam, light up the mid green
Rolled for cream, throw stones on rings
Tryin' to live exclusive, we put video cameras on computers
Competitors lose futures
My lyrics are disrespectful and sick, I’m spittin' this phlegm
If you with your friend forthright, spit it on him
His sphere might be watchin', forget it, spit it on them
Scars and Timberlands emblems on them
Internet, the platinum Lex, and the Soviet
Studded BBS, pierced and baguettes
Cobblestones on the neck
The Bolshoi Balet is where we meet
Speak on Ruskar street, University
Pop soda in his
Race boats with no motor
Down Moscow Volga, we movin' like Bolsheviks
With in the fifth, in the Matrix
Sacred wrist slit, hot whips and space ships
And shit, nigga
««! (I know ya style)
Bad Balance (I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
— (I know ya style)
«» (I know ya style)
Bad Balance (I know ya style)
— (I know ya style)
— (I know ya style)
From the streets to P. I know ya style
From cats on the prowl. I know ya style
From bags to vials. I know ya style
From New-York to Moscow. I know ya style
(I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
Straight like that, rhyme god, rock the bells
Yeah, Double Nickle style, nigga, said you know how we do it
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Podwójne ... podwójne Nickle zła równowaga
Z Nowego Jorku do Moskwy
A na co to wygląda?
/ Align = "left" / B. Ricks
Showtime
('Bout to dance on these niggas)
Zaczynajmy!
White knight sippin ' Stolichnaya, higher than Marley off the kaya
Barron Ricks a pure livewire, no liar
Poza tym jeżdżę tam z Harlem World do Red Square.
Startin 'fires, bustin' at Jeremy Irons
Jestem czarnym Rosjaninem, Barysznikow nad perkuszanami
So stop fussin', nigga, I ' m on, end of discussion
I tote roscoes in Moscows, a rap rōnin
Flow shogun, with Five Deadly Venoms, holdin'
Money and knots foldin', bitches with twats knowin'
Ay yo you step on my heels, my gun blowin'
Niggas is still yellin', for me to stop like Boris Yeltsin
'Cause my style is sick I ain 't bellin', gremlin
Rozwalanie wielkich bazook na Kremlu, Panie Ricks
Podaj Absolut i żurawinę mix
Gdy my strzelamy do milicji, Czarnuch z KGB
We takin' home no prisoners
Więc niech będzie z Nowego Jorku do Moskwy
Telewizja-
I know ya style
Z Nowego Jorku do Moskwy. I know ya style
(«!") I know ya style
Te koty na polowaniu. I know ya style
(Bad Balance) I know ya style
I know it (I know ya style)
I know it (I know ya style)
Wiem, co lubi twój typ, władza, prawda?
More power, facin ' crowd power
Widzę tę starą tchórzowską moc.
/ Align = "left" /
Aby do was dołączyć, niech wielebny wygłosi na Was kazanie.
I rap snubnose from my
Explode, air ya out, and reload
Nie wiem, co Ci sprzedano.
Ani jakie plany trzymasz, ani jakie sny ci opowiadano
But ya niggas ain 't policin' me, huh
Shoulda got the beast in me
Ya baddest man ain 't reachin' me
Ročsigar, Ročsigoo
Rock tobacco, rock Havana
Rock cigar, Santana, z
Bandana owinięta wokół mojego czoła
Lookin ' for the niggas who jump my man
So I can clack the power went boom and dwarf The land
Nie wiesz, jak to się stało, gentile.
Z Nowego Jorku do Moskwy, buckwild
If you don ' t know my Harlem style
Chwyć swoją męską dłoń, biegnij do domu i śpiewaj.
"Or put your life on the line homie and bring it"
And find out if a nigga like me make it to heaven
Huh, to nie będzie nikt w piekle
««! (I know ya style)
Bad Balance (I know ya style)
- (I know ya style)
EFF. Bad B. (I know ya style)
Cholera!)
Bad Balance (Oh, bshit!)
/ Align = "left" / )
From the streets to P. I know ya style
Z "cats on the prowl". I know ya style
Od worków do fiolek. I know ya style
Z Nowego Jorku do Moskwy. I know ya style
(I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
Z Nowego Jorku do Moskwy, Broń idzie blaow!
The music loud, security movin ' the crowd
We drinkin ' Jim Beam, light up the mid green
Rolowane na śmietanę, rzucać kamienie na pierścienie
Tryin ' to live exclusive, we put video cameras on computers
Zawodniczki rozstawione
Moje teksty są lekceważące i chore, pluję tą flegmą
Jeśli ty i twój przyjaciel jesteście szczerzy, splujcie na niego.
Jego kula może obserwować, zapomnij o tym, pluj na nich.
Scars and Timberlands emblems on them
Internet, platynowy Lex i Radziecki
Kolczaste kulki, Przekłute i bagietki
Bruk na szyi
Balet Bolszoj to miejsce, gdzie się spotykamy
Speak on Ruskar street, University
Pop soda in his
Łodzie wyścigowe bez silnika
W dół Moskiewskiej Wołgi, poruszamy się jak bolszewicy
Z piątą, w macierzy
Święty nadgarstek, gorące bicze i statki kosmiczne
I gówno, czarnuchu
««! (I know ya style)
Bad Balance (I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
- (I know ya style)
""(I know ya style)
Bad Balance (I know ya style)
- (I know ya style)
- (I know ya style)
From the streets to P. I know ya style
Z "cats on the prowl". I know ya style
Od worków do fiolek. I know ya style
Z Nowego Jorku do Moskwy. I know ya style
(I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
(I know ya style)
Tak prosto, rymuj Boże, rock The bells
Yeah, Double Nickle style, nigga, said you know how we do it