Son Doobie — Blood (feat. Sick Jacken) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Blood (feat. Sick Jacken)", wykonawca: Son Doobie.
Tekst piosenki
My clique sticks tight cause my dawgs I grew with
Some are life time, yo this ain’t, some new shit
I’m on some Sick Symphonies down for life shit
I like it
Got my fam with me, my dawgs, I rock mics with
You might think it’s all business
What the fuck is this
It’s music first, that’s why we got in this
Cats from legit end corrupt when it
Gets spread in this camp
That’s how we avoid the bad endin'
This player played enough, and it’s to know
This game ain’t right
I’m on my twenty eighth season
And still breathin'
Got
Cats on these streets that wanna see me bleedin'
But I
Party and bullshit til it’s time for me to be leavin'
Believe in no one outside the bloodline
All kinds of swine tryin' to infiltrate mine
My mind’s ready for that
It’s deadly, in fact, my block
Prepared me for that, it’s not steady of times
Yo, I’ll knock out, hop out, six hundred with the top down
Hostile, I’ll rock out, .45 stick ya bars out
Fall out, lucked out, ain’t worthy of a strong bout
Stomp out, chop down, motherfuckers just drop down (KABOOM, BOOM, BOOM)
Drop ya ass, pull the drop out
Locked down, pop out the trunk, yo, hold the spot down
Watch y’all washed out
Crews went the wrong route
Calm down, I’ll knock out punks
With they palms out (DING, DING, DING, DING, DING)
First round, you get bombed out
I brought out, I shot out my double pump, yo, stop now
Hot out, case the streets, wipe the blood, a hot town
Lock out, pop, blaow, them niggas tryin' to cop out
Chop ya jaw, flip ya gun pound
Goin' all out
Motherfuckers, feel my call out
Toss out, what now, make niggas wanna walk out
I’ll come out, dumb in twenty fours, with the stock out
Hook: DJ FM
«The facts
Behind the violent acts» --] Guru
«Wild on the streets, I try to maintain» --] Havoc
«All on the block, stays hot» --] Inspectah Deck
Yo, I wake up, shake up, fuck you and turn the pain up
I’ll scrape up, wait up, shot ya face, you got ate up
I change up, straight up, your motherfuckers just gave up (187)
Til them crack niggas pay up
I came up, way up, kick my feet, put my leg up
I blaze up, lace up bullets, hate
All you fake fucks
Wake up (Wake up…)
Bust a flame, why you lay up
I’ll aim a, .38 plate, yo, to your face, what (FEE, FI, FO, FUM)
The place
Watch me taste, but
I made up, weight up
But them others took a paycut
Raise up, ace up my sleeve, please, I came up
Say what, I’ll save up cash and bring my case up (DUN, DUN-DUN-DUN, DUN)
This Puerto Roc is caged up
I’ll make up
Hey love, pull a gun, from my waist, what
They stuck
Gave one
When you bring up my name up
I’ll weigh up the dope, chop the coke while they played them (Played them…)
Repeat Hook
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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"Some are life time, yo this ain 't, some new shit"
I ' m on some Sick Symphonies down for life shit
Podoba mi się.
Got my fam with me, my dawgs, i rock mics with
Możesz myśleć, że to tylko interesy.
Co to, kurwa, jest?
Najpierw muzyka.
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Tak unikamy złego końca.
Ten gracz grał wystarczająco dużo, i to jest wiedzieć
This game ain ' t right
Jestem w dwudziestym ósmym sezonie
And still breathin'
Got
Cats on these streets that wanna see me bleedin'
Ale Ja ...
Party and bullshit til it's time for me to be leavin'
Believe in no one outside the bloodline
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Mój umysł jest na to gotowy.
To jest zabójcze, w rzeczywistości, mój blok
Przygotowali mnie na to, to nie jest stały czas
Yo, I ' ll knock out, hop out, six hundred with the top down
/ Align = "left" / 45 Stick ya bars out
Fall out, lucked out, ain ' t worthy to a strong bout
Stomp out, chop down, motherfuckers just drop down (KABOOM, BOOM, BOOM)
Drop ya ass, pull the drop out
Locked down, pop out the trunk, yo, hold the spot down
Watch y ' all washed out
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Uspokój się, powalę gnojków.
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Pierwsza runda, zostajesz zbombardowany
I brought out, I shot out my double pump, yo, stop now
Hot out, case the streets, wipe the blood, a hot town
Lock out, pop, blaow, them niggas tryin ' to cop out
Chop ya jaw, flip ya gun pound
Goin ' all out
Motherfuckers, feel my call out
Wyrzuć, co teraz, niech czarnuchy chcą wyjść
I ' ll come out, dumb in twenty fours, with the stock out
Hak: DJ FM
"Fakty
Za aktami przemocy " -- Guru
"Wild on the streets, I try to maintain"--] Havoc
"All on the block, stays hot" - Inspectah Deck
Yo, I wake up, shake up, fuck you and turn the pain up
Podrapię Cię, poczekam, strzelę Ci w twarz, pożarłeś się.
I change up, straight up, your motherfuckers just gave up (187)
Til them crack niggas pay up
I came up, way up, kick my feet, put my leg up
I blaze up, lace up bullets, hate
/ Align = "left" /
Wake up (Wake up…)
Bust a flame, why you lay up
Wyceluję .38 plate, yo, to your face, what (FEE, FI, FO, FUM)
Miejsce.
Patrz jak smakuję, ale
I made up, weight up
Ale inni wzięli wypłatę.
/ Align = "left" /
Say what, I ' ll save up cash and bring my case up (DUN, DUN-DUN-DUN, DUN)
Puerto Roc jest w klatce.
Pogodzę się.
Hej kochanie, wyciągnij broń, z mojej talii, co?
Utknęli.
Gave one
When you bring up my name up
I ' ll wag up The dope, chop the Coca-Cola while they played them (Played them…)
Powtórz Hak