Death Grips — Punk Weight tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Punk Weight", wykonawca: Death Grips.
Tekst piosenki
Hot shit, cold shit
OK muthafucka let’s do this
Came ta make it band sawed off razor edge maintained looseness
Comin' through, again and again conduit
Why dem hands wave to High to it Wild fire through your city
Wild fire through your whip me Into lightning two
Can’t hit three
Strikes dug out dated
Fools no dig me End beat limbo, baba spitting
Blood in slow mo, la la chimney
Warholian nightmare
Storm the gates
25 8, twelve gauge pun2k weight
(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)
Stick and move, leave no proof
Discard directly after use
Forensics on that wild goose
Follow my footprints into loops
Cuz I’m too high, too high
Cuz I’m too high, too high
Feel like I’m never ever
Gonna come down
Scale Richter pun2k weight
Of dis sound
Scale Richter pun2k weight
Of dis sound
Down break dead space
And make it drop
Ta da street beneath
Your ghetto box
Slap da beat till the
Floor boards crack
Neath da weight of dis lic, step back
Off in the rhythm like
Beta in the bong
Got ta give em make em Sway like palms
In da wind my lip blow
Mic spray kyrlon
25 8 til da break of dawn
(War war)
Guerrilla bass, straight from the trenches,
Posers impaled on picket fences…
How ta rest your head in roach infested
Basements and smoke pun2k weight for breakfast…
Chop shop lifted bump til da tape deck break,
Ask Samo how he flipped that material girls pancakes.
As zydeco copper kettles
Liquor sto, sellin' singles
Mug shots out, to my people
Rollin I double l spread eagle
Hear flow dan spit evil
(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Hot shit, cold shit
Ok mutafucka zróbmy to
Came ta make it band
/ Align = "left" / Linear
Why dem hands wave to High to it Wild fire through your city
Wild fire through your whip me Into lightning two
"Can' t hit three"
Strajki wykopane datowane
Fools no dig me End beat limbo, baba pluje
Blood in slow mo, la la chimney
Warholian nightmare
Storm the gates
25 8, 12 gauge pun2k weight
(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)
Stick and move, leave no proof
Usunąć bezpośrednio po użyciu
/ Align = "left" /
Follow my footprints into loops
Bo jestem za wysoko, za wysoko
Bo jestem za wysoko, za wysoko
Feel like I ' m never ever
Gonna come down
Waga Richtera-2K
Dis sound
Waga Richtera-2K
Dis sound
Down break dead space
And make it drop
Ta da street beneath
Your ghetto box
Slap da beat till the
Deski podłogowe pękają
Neath da weight of dis lic, step back
Off in the rhythm like
Beta in the bong
Got ta give em make em Sway like palms
In da wind my lip blow
Mic spray kyrlon
25 8 til da break of dawn
(Wojna)
Partyzant bass, prosto z okopów,
Pozerzy nabici na płoty…
How ta rest your head in roach infested
Piwnice i dym pun2k waga na śniadanie…
Chop shop podnoszony bump til da tape deck break,
Zapytaj Samo, jak przekręcił te naleśniki.
Jako miedziane czajniki zydeco
Liquor sto, sellin ' singles
Zdjęcia dla moich ludzi.
Rollin i double l spread eagle
Hear flow dan spit evil
(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)