Z-RO — Free Style tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Free Style", wykonawca: Z-RO.
Tekst piosenki
In H-Town where I come from, there’s syrup in the cup
Grill in the mouth, big wheels on the bus
Where niggas put it down, and these hoes will fuck
You cross that thin line, and you will get touched
1−8-7 I’m telling you, one time is enough
Leave your kids at home, cause it might get rough
I wreck the mic, like I’m driving drunk on the bus
And hit the highway, gotta refill my cuts
Out of town, we got the best numbers going round
Boys come from Canada, and sco' it by the pound
Sounds like another one, Presidential big guns
Cocked and loaded, ready cause the battle has begun
You niggas ain’t heard yet, them boys on shine
Got the do-do in the limo, sitting behind eight mile
We put it down down here, on the grind round here
If you don’t know, you will by this time next year
(Big Pokey *Scratching*)
Still off the chain
St-st-st-still off the chain — 2x
Young Fever, M-S-P my team (get it right)
Game dirty, but my name stay clean (all night)
I keep a nine cocked, locked on the beam
Look don’t get your head, knocked on the scene
You cats couldn’t knock, Kevo out the groove
Now I’m fever, block bleeder bitch move
You can find me on Southcoast, stoke (uh-huh)
Your baby mama, bout to shine my spokes (get it nigga)
Gun smoke, got my lungs on choke (I'm real)
Got my pint by the neck, the head poke (I'm still)
Presidential is the home, of my sound (that's word)
It’s only right, that I hold shit down (it's my turn)
I’m tired of niggas, steady yelling out Spre’s
They got revolver kits, that bitch sexy please
You motherfuckers can’t see me with me a flashlight (chamill nigga)
You wanna step to Fever, nigga get your cash right (I'm here nigga)
I done linked up, with Presidential
(Mussilini)
Man look I be flipping, Expedition
Six wood tipping, that boy must of been fishing
Cause he pull out so, many keys
Man hold up, I got so many G’s
I’m from the Clark-a, pull up in the blade in New York-a
Wetter than a snorkeler, that boy’s just like a shark-a
I be sniping on boys, straight strifling boys
Letting em know I come through, windshield wiping them boys
Getting the mouth on it, hollin' at my partna Tony
It’s that Lil' Mu', got head in the Sony
Deck, that boy be wrecking I chin check
Young niggas that, don’t show respect
I pull up real fast, with a black ski mask
That boy go so long, they call him Everlast
Enerjog Energizer, man I get wiser
Break them boys off, I’m the mic chestiser
I done linked up, with Presidential
(Big Pokey *Scratching*)
Still off the chain
St-st-st-still off the chain — 2x
Still off the chain
Sensei, keep it real in the game
Nigga trying to get a mill, in the game (already)
Me and Ro, we some real with this thang
Getting locked, now I kill on your dame (already)
You know, she like the wheels on the Range
You tripping, cause I’m still on my brain
You don’t like it nigga, deal with it mayn (already)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
W mieście, skąd pochodzę, w kubku jest syrop.
Grill w ustach, duże koła w autobusie
Gdzie niggas put it down, and these hoes will fuck
Przekroczysz tę cienką linię, a zostaniesz dotknięty.
1-8-7 mówię ci, jeden raz wystarczy
Zostaw dzieci w domu, bo może być ciężko.
Psuję mikrofon, jakbym jechał po pijaku w autobusie.
And hit the highway, gotta refill my cuts
Poza miastem mamy najlepsze wyniki.
Chłopcy pochodzą z Kanady, i sco ' it by the pound
Brzmi jak kolejna, prezydencka wielka broń
Przygotowani, gotowi, bo Bitwa się rozpoczęła.
You niggas ain ' t heard yet, them boys on shine
Mam do-do w limuzynie, siedząc za osiem mil
Położyliśmy to tutaj, na grind round
/ Align = "left" /
(Big Pokey *Scratching*)
Still off the chain
St-st-st-wciąż poza łańcuchem-2x
Young Fever, M-S-P my team (get it right)
Game dirty, but my name stay clean (all night)
I keep a nine cocked, locked on the beam
# Patrz don ' t get your head, knocked on the scene
Wy, koty, nie mogliście pukać, Kevo z rytmu
Now I ' m fever, block bleeder bitch move
Możesz mnie znaleźć na Southcoast, stoke (uh-huh)
Your baby mama, bout to shine my Sparkes (get it nigga)
Gun smoke, got my lungs on Dusi (I ' m real)
Got my pint by the neck, the head poke (I ' m still)
Presidential is the home, of my sound (that ' s word)
It 's only right, that I hold shit down (it' s my turn)
Mam dość czarnuchów, ciągle wrzeszczących na Spre ' a.
Mają zestawy rewolwerów, ta suka sexy proszę
You motherfuckers can ' t see me with me a flashlight (chamill nigga)
You wanna step to Fever, nigga get your cash right (I ' m here nigga)
I done linked up, with Presidential
(Mussilini)
# Patrz I be flipping, Expedition
Sześć wywrotek, ten chłopak musiał łowić ryby.
Bo wyciągnął tyle kluczy.
Czekaj, mam tyle G.
Jestem z Clark-a, zatrzymaj się w ostrzu w Nowym Jorku-a
Bardziej mokry niż snorkeler, ten chłopak jest jak rekin-a
I be cniping on boys, straight strifling boys
/ Align = "left" /
"Getting the mouth on it, hollin 'at my partna Tony"
To ten Lil 'Mu', ma głowę w Sony
Deck, that boy be wrecking i chin check
Young niggas that, don ' t show respect
Podciągam się bardzo szybko, w czarnej masce narciarskiej.
Ten chłopak jest tak długi, że nazywają go Everlast.
Enerjog Energizer, man I get wiser
Jestem mic chestiser.
I done linked up, with Presidential
(Big Pokey *Scratching*)
Still off the chain
St-st-st-wciąż poza łańcuchem-2x
Still off the chain
Sensei, nie trać wiary w grę.
Nigga próbuje dostać młyn, w grze (już)
Ja i Ro jesteśmy prawdziwi.
Getting locked, now I kill on your dame (already)
Wiesz, ona lubi koła na strzelnicy
You tripping, cause I ' m still on my brain
You don ' t like it nigga, deal with it mayn (already)