Bronze Nazareth — 5th Chamber tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "5th Chamber", wykonawca: Bronze Nazareth.
Tekst piosenki
Yeah, another one, the mad butcher
12 O’Clock, Prodigal Sunn, Bronze Nazareth
Two On Da Road, yeah, Think Differently
My nigga Dreddy Kruger, yeah
Sunny shazaam, spark any part of ya jam
I am that I am, cannons like 'Samite Sam
That’ll break ya ass up, like the hits on my ram
Legit on the cam, plus I do it, for the love of my fam
No wool over my eyes, been in the game, see through the lies
Ready and live, for them spies, try’nna see my demise
Zini on the rise, moving the sky, stay on the top
Late for the drop, keep clear, from them hip hop cops
Ain’t no stopping what I’m willing, drilling
Do it for the love of the children, double some millions
The industry, a couple of billions
For killing the struggle, the war, the hustle
Remain like a muscle, solid Bronze, cooler than Fonze
Spit it like balms, seven dot coms, the man supreme
Queen with the charm, the king who keeps his loot all calm
Known to bare arms, moving some harm, off that burning bush
Twisting that diesel kush, lethal like some George Bush
Hip hop to me, is like food in the stomach
I bust in a nut that feel it, when you pumping
I rock a buggy eyed Benz, four hundred and something
My hands in my pocket, dead preses' by the bunches
My daughter birthday is on the candle in the pumpkin
I’m on the highway, Flex Master when he Funkin' it Mmm… I burn that kush, look out for them cops, they crooks
Do more crimes than son in Brook
I’m on the corner, arm break when it put
We looking harder than coke when it’s cooked
Got niggas scared to look
Know the fo’fo leave a hole, as wide as a book
I’m from Bedstuy, do or die, heart of the Brook
Lies get took, stick up kids live off the juks
Must the gun in ya face, nigga, call you a puss'
Out of town niggas shaking, when they come through, they shook
Watch a king, nigga, my queen got your check' with the rook
Guard ya fifty two block, nigga, the jab and the hook
Where the barrels roar, pharaohs war where I aerosol
Ran deep in the streets like a marathon
Vagabond, with haggler on, strangle with a hearing boom
Piano grand style, hand the man a fan and bow
To the upmost, respect me to the muthaf**kin' glucose
Erode most to the last atom, home, batter domes
They use my chatter for better holes
Buyin' this, ridin' it, cherry picture, rusty blades
That’s my sound, it run the crowd jewels by the pound
Stake niggas up, but if I must, I get down
Keep northern lights lit, from bush trim close
Glove box stashed equipped with the UFO’s for the foes
Shatter bones like Mexican bulls
Play me close, you find yourself on from any hope
Got plenty rope, third eye, sigh for any scope
As far as I know, nigga, my artist control
By the hand written part of my soul
While the life line pardon the notes
The modern magna carta, art show from the barrel of the gun choke
Sean Price is the nicest MC in the world to ever write a rap
This the way I get paid, unless you box and crack
I write a rap in a minute, niggas dig it for years
Cause they love it when I spit the bullshit in they ear
Yellow bus niggas can’t read or write too good
But they sell whites white, and they nice with good
Listen, I spit a gem star, on you and your friend, pa Then spar ten rattles in your friend car
Sean the Boss, I’m the best in the world
You’se a bitch, and you soft like the breasts on your girl
Bump bitches suck dick for the wash and say
With they finger 'round the collar, holla 'wash ya neck'
Listen, Dikembo Mutumbo, feliz navidad
You buy Ecko, to get us free, like Amistad
Listen, make some noise if you wanna receive this
Shot the gun, voice one, stolen your Jesus, P.
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Tak, jeszcze jeden, szalony rzeźnik.
12 O ' Clock, Prodigal Sunn, Bronze Nazareth
Two On Da Road, Yeah, Think Differently
My nigga Dreddy Kruger, yeah
Sunny shazaam, spark any part of ya jam
I am that I am, cannons like ' Samite Sam
To rozwali ci tyłek, jak uderzenie w moją ramę.
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Nie ma wełny w moich oczach, byłem w grze, przejrzałem przez kłamstwa
Ready and live, for them spies, try' n ' see my demise
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Late for the drop, keep clear, from them hip hop cops
Ain 't no stopping what I' m willing, drilling
Zrób to z miłości do dzieci, podwój kilka milionów
Przemysł, kilka miliardów
Za zabijanie walki, wojny, zgiełku
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Spit it like balms, seven dot coms, the man supreme
Królowa z urokiem, król, który trzyma swój łup w spokoju
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Kręcenie tym diesel kush, zabójcze jak jakiś George Bush
Hip hop jest dla mnie jak jedzenie w żołądku.
I bust in a nut that feel it, when you pumping
I rock a buggy eyed Benz, four hundred and something
Moje ręce w kieszeni, martwe prezesi za pęczki
Urodziny mojej córki są na świecy w dyni
Jestem na autostradzie, Flex Master kiedy to robi.
Do more crimes than son in Brook
Jestem na rogu, złamać rękę, kiedy to umieścić
Szukamy ciężej niż Cola, gdy jest gotowana.
Got niggas scared to look
"Know the fo' fo leave a hole, as wide as a book"
Jestem z Bedstuy, do or die, heart Of The Brook
Lies get took, stick up kids live off the juks
Must the gun in ya face, nigga, call you a puss'
Out of town niggas shaking, when they come through, they shook
Watch a king, nigga, my queen got your check ' with the rook
Guard ya fifty two block, nigga, the jab and the hook
Where the barrels roar, pharaohs war where I aerosol
Biegł głęboko po ulicach jak maraton
Włóczęga, z hagglerem na, dusić z boom słuchu
Piano grand style, hand the man a fan and bow
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Erode most to the last atom, home, batter domes
Używają mojej paplaniny do lepszych dziur.
Buyin 'this, ridin' it, cherry picture, rusty blades
To jest mój dźwięk, to run the crowd jewels by the pound
Stake niggas up, but if I must, I get down
Trzymaj zorzę polarną oświetloną, z buszu blisko
Schowek wyposażony w UFO dla wrogów
Roztrzaskać kości jak meksykańskie byki
Play me close, you find yourself on from any hope
Mam mnóstwo liny, trzecie oko, westchnienie dla każdego lunety
As far as I know, nigga, my artist control
By the hand written part of my soul
While the life line pardonprzypisy
The modern magna carta, art show from the barrel of the gun dusi
Sean Price to najmilszy MC na świecie, który napisał rap.
Tak mi płacą, chyba że boksujesz i pękasz.
I write a rap in a minute, niggas dig it for years
Bo uwielbiają, gdy pluję im w ucho.
Yellow bus niggas can ' t read or write too good
Ale sprzedają białe, białe i dobre.
Słuchaj, pluję gwiazdką klejnotową, na Ciebie i twojego kumpla, tatę, a potem sparuję dziesięć grzechotek w samochodzie twojego przyjaciela.
Sean The Boss, I ' m the best in the world
Jesteś suką, miękką jak piersi na twojej dziewczynie.
Bump suki ssać dick dla w Pranie i powiedzieć
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Słuchaj, Dikembo Mutumbo, feliz navidad
Kupujesz Ecko, żeby nas uwolnić, jak Amistad.
Słuchaj, zrób trochę hałasu jeśli chcesz to odebrać
Strzelał, głos pierwszy, ukradł ci Jezusa, P.