Durag Dynasty — Fish Meat tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Fish Meat", wykonawca: Durag Dynasty.
Tekst piosenki
The black plastic, I never leave home without it
American express my thoughts and anger
Only disgusting beats, I up chuck somethin' real real sick
When it come to rap, this our shit
Just listen to this sound, this shit is hypnotic
Outside of this hip-hop, you not no monster
I got a rusty gem star, that’ll open up yo face
Like fish meat you real real soft
I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm
I should put a shot in your ass (chill, chill, nah)
Fuck around, hit a artery, I’ll kill Pa
He liked how I’m scarred, I’m poking no laws
Chinchilla blanket, pretty little scarlet
Pullin on a cone, take a little breather
We fuckin like animals and livin the life you only dream of
Here’s a monster
Herbal Essence my call, that’s word to my sponsor
Lay on the floor, here’s the glitch, we the generals
Fresh to death, flatline a rat in a blink
Kemetic link, catholic bring a bag of those Benjis
Crime family rap, denjy and dirty
My killas strain hard like athletes
I used to bag birdies, bare hands — powder my pores
Absorbing the high and the reason my mind is dirty
Remember Juan, Don, Julio
Move, the motor’s runnin
Cheese slices, studio full, this stuff phenomenal
Bombing you with Hannibal spits, my nautical shift
Suitin off audible clips, it’s the dynasty
Fire one round clique, mashin on yo minor league
Cheeseburger and fries, supersize me
Tasmanian manie, millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin
You really some fuckin crazy
Passport poetry, fiery diary
Words of wizardry
Polygamy guarding variety
Max the ministry, mock the mackin
Cure of swackin
You can blame it on the Nautica fashion
Go against this animalistic, twisted
From studying doctor York, to fuckin a mistress
Keep yo distance, door stoch your 3rd eye surgically
Jump shot from bird’s eye 33
Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf
Put green in my bank account constantly
Make magic, disappeared and reappeared graphic
And fuck up the beat — something tragic
See the blue still rising in the air
You on dusty roads wrestling with raps
Rick Flare the champ, the chain
Throw a rag on your waves
Cut chemist, basically I’m nice with a blade
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Czarny plastik, nigdy nie opuszczę domu bez niego.
American express my thoughts and anger
Tylko obrzydliwe bity, i up chuck Somethin ' real real sick
Jeśli chodzi o rap, to nasze gówno.
Posłuchaj tego dźwięku, to gówno jest hipnotyczne.
Poza tym hip-hopem, nie jesteś potworem.
I got a rusty gem star, that ' ll open up yo face
Jak rybie mięso
I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm
I should put a shot in your ass (chill, chill, nah)
Pierdol się, uderz w tętnicę, a zabiję tatę.
Podobało mu się, że jestem okaleczony, nie mam prawa.
Kocyk szynszyla, Ślicznotka szkarłatna
"Pullin on a cone, take a little breather"
We fucking like animals and livin the life you only dream of
Oto Potwór
Ziołowa esencja moja decyzja, to słowo do mojego sponsora
Lay on the floor, here ' s the glitch, we The generals
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Kemetic link, catholic przynieś torbę tych Benjis
Crime family rap, denjy and dirty
My killas strain hard like athletes
Pakowałem ptaszki gołymi rękami-pudrowałem pory
Absorbing the high and the reason my mind is dirty
Pamiętaj Juan, Don, Julio
Rusz się, silnik jest włączony.
Plastry sera, pełne studio, to fenomenalne
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Fire one round clique, mashin on yo minor league
Cheeseburger i frytki, supersize me
Tasmanian manie, millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin
Naprawdę jesteś pojebany.
Poezja paszportowa, ognisty pamiętnik
Words of wizardry
Odmiana poligamii
Max the ministry, kid the mackin
Cure of swackin
Możesz winić modę Nautica
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Od studiowania doktora Yorka, do pieprzenia kochanki
Trzymaj dystans, drzwi stoch Twoje trzecie oko chirurgicznie
Skok z lotu ptaka 33
Stopień masoński, zielony w liściu czołowym
Put green In my bank account constantly
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I spieprzyć bicie-coś tragicznego
See the blue still rising in the air
You on dusty roads wrestling with raps
Rick Flare the champ, the chain
Throw a rag on your waves
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