Noreaga — My Life tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "My Life", wykonawca: Noreaga.
Tekst piosenki
All of my life, I live
I’ll be thuggin with youuuuuuu
Thug it out baby, thug it out baby
Don’t stop 'til I die for this
I’ll be keepin it trueeeeeee
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo, yo Giancanna the name break it down simple and plain
Went from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin the game
Know how to tempt dames to tense in the Range
Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name
Limp with a cane, lactosin limp for the king
We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim
Strictly about makin that bread pop (y'know) blocks red hot
from feds and cops, lookin for rock bottles with red tops
Tradin lead shots with dreadlocks
Infrared dots 'til their head drop, we fled spots
Word on the curb is when it came to birds we spread flocks (no doubt)
No tellin when the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop
Copped the latest every hot flavor in them crocs and gators
Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest
Out of town trips in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas
My plot for paper was crockpots of wafers
Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons
Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh)
Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon
Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue
Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun
Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom
Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes
Prison niggaz that ran balloons
Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons
Fuck women in tanning rooms
Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit
If I can’t stack a nigga cap get peeled loose
Word to them cats that died on the street, it’s spilled juice
So where that Don be? (right here) In the calm breeze in the palm trees
Bomb G under the armpiece
Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy
Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory
Washin the jackpot like laundry
Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly
G. Rap nigga.
What, thug shit, Queens clicks
What. uh-huh
Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks
Thug shit, Queens clicks
Uhh. yea
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Całe życie, żyję
"I' ll be thuggin with you"
Thug it out baby, thug it out baby
Don 't stop' Til I die for this
I ' ll be keepin it trueeeeeee
Yeah yeah yeah
Yo, yo Giancanna the name break it down simple and plain
Przeszedłem z małego szympansa w grze do króla goryli Pimpina w grze
Wiem jak kusić kobiety do napięć w zasięgu
Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name
Kulejesz trzciną, kulejesz lactosinem dla króla
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Strictly about makin that bread pop (y ' know) blocks red hot
od federalnych i gliniarzy, szukających butelek z kamieniami z czerwonymi czubkami.
Tradin lead shots with dreadlocks
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Słowo na krawężniku jest, gdy przyszedł do ptaków rozsiewamy stada (bez wątpienia)
No tellin when the bloodshed stop, glide ' til the sled stop
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Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest
Wyjazdy z miasta w biczach mam z Avis, Drop knots in Vegas
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Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons
Półnagie suki tańczące do melodii (uh-huh)
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Play the jacuzzi ' til your hands get blue
Dywany ciasne, jasne jak białe piaski Cancun
Świetliki w sufitach, by rośliny kwitły
Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes
Prison niggaz that run balloons
Zamknąć sklep z Jan. do czerwca, i nadal glina ląduje w boons
Kurwa kobiety w solarium pokoje
Każdy ostatni paznokieć na ich ręce zadbany, sam zbudowany zrobić aż do futra z norek, paski aligator i jedwabny Garnitur
"If I can' t stack a nigga cap get peeled loose"
Słowo do tych kotów, które zdechły na ulicy, to rozlany sok
Więc gdzie jest ten Don? (right here) In the calm breeze in the palm trees
Bomba G pod pachą
Livin in harmony, Coke farm pharmacy
Kuloodporna Zbrojownia, Szkoła Podchorążych
Washin the jackpot like Pralnia
Pieprzony Don roku, szczerze.
G. RAP nigga.
Thug shit, Queens clicks
Co? uh-huh
Thug shit, Queens clicks
Thug shit, Queens
Uhh. tak.