Mr. Lil One Presents Thee Sicko Affiliates — Karma tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Karma", wykonawca: Mr. Lil One Presents Thee Sicko Affiliates.
Tekst piosenki
Where’s my G’s at sippin Mickey’s and wearing Dickies
Throwin up your set with a neck full of hickies
No I’m not Ricky but I live la vida loca
Buckin down you socas that be talkin out your bocas
Mota for the smokers, coka for the nose
Peace to all my niggas that be talkin shit to hoes
Clothes always creased screamin out fuck peace
Nigga I’m from the streets where the devil never sleeps
Deep into the bangin started slangin tryin to make it Run up on my shit, you got to murder me to take it Never tried to fake, tried to make it the way I can
Cause man made the money, money never made the man
Listen to the whistle, keep your fingers on the pistol
Fuckin wit that crystal makes a mothafucka dismissed
Every thing you love, and every thing done
Don’t mean a fuckin thing when a mothafuckas sprung
Leave it alone you’re fuckin up holmes
You’re doin em wrong, You’re doin em wrong
You’re doin em wrong, for all the wrong reasons
You got a Karma with all the four seasons
Any ways, just another day but I’m livin
Givin it all I got for my mothafuckin Tot
Hustlin my shit makin sure it’s in your spot
Bumpin down your block hear it every where you walk
Hocus Pokus I was faded when I wrote this
PCP smokers bangin who the lokest
Bury you, I’m darin you, see if I put scare in you
No air in you, left, when I done leave you hung
Tattos and hair nets, youngsters and vets
Throwin up their sets screamin out fucked the rest
Let the dogs loose, gettin faded off the juice
I’m fightin to get rich while you’re fightin over a bitch
Mothafuck you both, I’m stickin to my oath
Terrorfy you bitches when you hear about my riches
It’s not about my salary it’s all about reality
I’m tryin to feed my family so why fuck you mad at me Yeah, this is to all you back stabbing bitches
All you two faced hipocrits
You mothafuckin haters out there
You know who you are
You got some karma for that ass
Karma for all the four seasons
Gone
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Gdzie moje G w "sippin Mickey' s " i noszeniu kutasów?
Throwin up your set with a neck full of hickies
Nie jestem Ricky ale żyję la vida loca
Buckin down you socas that be talking out your bocas
Mota dla palaczy, coka dla nosa
Peace to all my niggas that be talking shit to hoes
Ubrania zawsze pogniecione krzyk z fuck peace
Nigga I ' m from the streets where the devil never sleeps
Głęboko w bangin zaczął slangin trying to make it Run up on my shit, you got to murder me to take it Never tried to fake, tried to make it the way I can
Bo człowiek zarabiał pieniądze, pieniądze nigdy nie zarabiał.
Słuchaj gwizdka, trzymaj palce na pistolecie.
Pierdolony dowcip, że kryształ sprawia, że mothafucka zwolniony
"Every thing you love, and every thing done"
"Don' t mean a fucking thing when a mothafuckas sprung"
Zostaw to w spokoju, Holmesie.
Źle to robisz, źle to robisz
Robisz je źle, ze wszystkich złych powodów
You got a Karma with all the four seasons
Any ways, just another day but I ' m livin
Givin it all I got for my mothafuckin Tot
Hustlin my shit makin sure it ' s in your spot
Bumpin down your block hear it every where you walk
Hokus Pokus i was faded when I wrote this
PCP palacze bangin who the lokest
/ Align = "left" /
No air in you, left, when I done leave you hung
Mężczyźni
Throwin up their sets screamin out fucked the rest
Niech psy się uwolnią, wyblakną z soku.
Walczę, by się wzbogacić, podczas gdy ty walczysz o sukę.
Pieprzę was oboje, trzymam się mojej przysięgi.
Przerażać was suki, gdy usłyszycie o moich bogactwach
Nie chodzi o moją pensję, tylko o rzeczywistość.
Próbuję nakarmić moją rodzinę, więc czemu się na mnie wściekasz?
Wszyscy mierzyliście się z hipocytami.
Wy cholerni hejterzy.
Wiesz, kim jesteś.
Masz trochę karmy dla tego dupka.
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