Bronze Nazareth — McKinley Shot Burst tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "McKinley Shot Burst", wykonawca: Bronze Nazareth.
Tekst piosenki
Yeah, Thought for Food volume two, Get it nigga, Get it*
Yall know what to do man, Get it, Get it man, Get it Yeah, I’m out here man, I had to go back in the cave with it Go back then, Yeah, Bout to take it back in the jungle on em nigga
You know who it is, Yeah you know who it is, Know what it is Yo, Street leuitent, Never get caught like Joe Bennett
Near the project with no science book in it
I spoke in hymns, Soul soaking in grim
Meteor showers from nine month double pimp
Clark Davidson, Microphone berretic exotic blend
Appearing outta wind, Drink worms in my gin
Spin gats like synapse, Collapse and get bitch slapped
I’m that Fever Pitch rap, Free to slit hats
Slam graves on top of mismatched filling dark holes
Blow rockets and rifles, Mind went sightful
Use bourbon when I’m serve’n sniper shots off the Eiffel
Charles Whitman pipe flow, Continue violent cycles
Scripts from Glasgow, Hassle like white wolves
Bodies on the rafter every time the mic blows
Engineers disappear only their storie’s on the white news
Ghetto candid cam so the sidewalk’s slight bruised
My mind off too, Cloverfield high mountain view
Roaming in twos, Goons with scopes in our shoes
You never saw bullets float like smoke from shrooms
Re-open still open wounds
Hope’n I choke em with opium laced news
Flash through, Skulls crushed like cashews
One blast from the slug cause cash rules
Habitual offender, Exodus lateral
Escape jail with thirty days, Be careful plan patterning
Alley gunman, Dungeon blue print plan running
Schemes to eliminate teams by the dozens
Time Square with a boxing ring, Shots busting
Tare at the rocks watch me bury bodies underneath production
106 and Playground emcee abduction
Direct Effect a sudden death you know who get the rock first
McKinley shot burst leave em in a hot hearse
Thought for Food volume two, Salute motherfucker
Naaaz-areth, I tooold yall
Lute shoot to kill fuck losing a limb
Got a problem with Bronze you got a problem with him
Play the night like the owl, Stomach raw from the growl
Appetite still destruction, Dumping is nothing
Fuck your life, I snatch your corpse spit on your casket
Keep the tool box in use, Loose screws with the ratchet
Judge Hatchet, Niggas get sentences to maximum
For the jury, I’ll plead only facts on the track
Balance bricks on my back, Put the Jets on the map
When I ride stay high, Forty cal on my lap
Screaming, Peeping niggas Living Color like Keenan
I explode on the track fuck trying to get even
Killing season, Only rhyme noun for a reason
Duct tape niggas up til they no longer breathing
Ghetto heathen, Breezing through a field of dreams
Black Day, Only light be the vision in beams
Ferocious, Call me scoliosis damage your spleen
Leave you bent over, Four fingers up to the soldier
As I awake to the aroma in the morning like Folgers
Bring harm with this Desert in the present I’m danger
Real familiar with this shit nigga far from a stranger
It’s the late night street life keeping me hype
Like a fiend for a fix I start with the pipe
Yo I’m everything you not son we nothing alike
Medulla splitter, Goddamn right I deliver
Underground dictator like the late great Hitler
Live harshest, Focusing only on target
Move heartless, Fuck how you feel regardless
I’m the hardest, One fifty-one with the liquor
Throw it back on the daily just to tickle the liver
Direct Effect a sudden death you know who get the rock first
McKinley shot burst leave em in a hot hearse
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Yeah, Thought for Food volume two, Get it nigga, Get it*
Yall know what to do man, Get it, Get it man, Get it Yeah, I ' m out here man, I had to go back in the cave with it Go back then, Yeah, Bout to take it back in the jungle on em nigga
You know who it is, yeah you know who it is, Know what it is Yo, Street leuitent, Never get caught like Joe Bennett
W pobliżu projektu bez Książki Naukowej
I talk in hymns, Soul soaking in grim
Deszcz meteorów z dziewięciu miesięcy double pimp
Clark Davidson, Microphone berretic exotic blend
Pojawianie się z wiatru, picie robaków w moim ginie
Spin gats like synapse, Collapse and get bitch slapped
I ' m that Fever Pitch rap, Free to slit hats
Slam groby na szczycie niedopasowanych wypełniających ciemne dziury
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Użyj bourbon kiedy jestem serve ' N sniper shots off Eiffel
Charles Whitman
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Ciała na krokwi za każdym razem, gdy mikrofon dmucha
Inżynierowie znikają tylko w białych wiadomościach.
Ghetto candid cam więc chodnik jest lekko posiniaczony
My mind off too, Cloverfield high mountain view
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Nigdy nie widziałeś kul unoszących się jak dym z grzybków.
Ponownie otwarte wciąż otwarte rany
Hope ' n i dusić em opium laceed news
Flash through, czaszki zmiażdżone jak nerkowce
One blast from the slug cause cash rules
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Ucieczka z więzienia trzydzieści dni, należy uważać Plan wzorzec
Alley gunman, Dungeon blue print Plan uruchomiony
System eliminacji zespołów przez dziesiątki
Time Square z ringiem bokserskim, strzały
Tare at the rocks watch me Bow bodies underneath production
106 i uprowadzenie na plac zabaw
Bezpośredni efekt nagłej śmierci wiesz kto pierwszy zdobędzie kamień
McKinley strzelił burst leave em in a hot karawan
Thought for Food volume two, Salute motherfucker
Naaaz-areth, i toold yall
Lutnia strzelać zabić fuck tracąc kończynę
Masz problem z brązem, Ty masz problem z nim.
Play the night like the owl, Stomach raw from the Wark
Apetyt nadal zniszczenie, Dumping jest nic
Pierdolę twoje życie, wyrwę Twoje zwłoki naplują ci na trumnę.
Trzymać skrzynkę narzędziową w użyciu, luźne śruby z zapadką
Sędzia Hatchet, czarnuchy dostają maksymalne wyroki
Dla ławy przysięgłych, powołam się tylko na fakty na torze.
Balance bricks on my back, Put the Jets on the map
Kiedy będę jechał stay high, czterdzieści cal na moich kolanach
Screaming, Peeping niggas Living Color like Keenan
Wybucham na torze, kurwa, próbując wyrównać rachunki.
Killing season, Only rhyme rzeczownik for a reason
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Ghetto heathen, Breezing through a field of dreams
Black Day, Only light be the vision in beams
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As I awake to the aroma in the morning like Folgers
Zranię tę pustynię w teraźniejszości.
Znam tego czarnucha z daleka od nieznajomego.
# It ' s the late night street life keeping me hype #
# Like a fiend for a fix # # I start with the pipe #
Yo I ' m everything you not son we nothing alike
Splitter rdzenia, cholerna racja, dostarczam
Underground dictator like the late great Hitler
Najostrzejsze na żywo, skupiające się tylko na celu
Move heartless, Fuck how you feel alone
I ' m the hardest, 151 with the liquor
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Bezpośredni efekt nagłej śmierci wiesz kto pierwszy zdobędzie kamień
McKinley strzelił burst leave em in a hot karawan