Cocoa Brovaz — Black Trump tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Black Trump", wykonawca: Cocoa Brovaz.
Tekst piosenki
Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra
Poisonous venom into your system killin you slower
Than niggas with blowers to your jugular
My brother’s keeper but I put my brother to sleep
If my brother try to creep up
You know my son, show respect when I’m rockin the podium
Steam-rollin on niggas, my team straight blowin em
Got em Throwin they Gunz In The Air like Onyx
Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York’s finest
Let me warn y’all killas upstairs
I seen all y’all, heavy like fuck, thinkin my niggas might flaw y’all
Blow ya ammo, Shallah seen the god fly commando
Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off
I’m lookin at you why, like «fuck, you probably think I’m high»
Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from E-gypt
Me what? Hennesy drink, mahogany guns, we treesed up
Come out your shirt, buckle knees-up
This Casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up
Let’s poly, slow-mo status, bring the keys up
Wonderin, runners is lookin mighty fees’d up
Right stupid, FBI sell em? guns
Make this money, niggas hold up guns
Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones
Baby need new shoes and a outfit
I see you stick-up kids, you came wit the dick lick
You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick?
Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch
You heard about em
Now open up the circle so the dice can breathe
Pay you double, if you triple, if you push you pay me
Gotta poly wit ya crew to stack ya loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
If you step into the club wit your guns up
If the tension’s on your mind then raise the roof up
You gotta keep it in the fam, stack ya loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
When you step into the club wit ya guns up
If the tension’s on your mind, then raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Never before we came to raise the roof up
Raise the roof up, raise the roof up
Still in all we came to raise the roof up
Minolta flash
Gun in the stash
Rollin for mo' hash
Tek, why you slap fire out em, hold fast
These niggas gotta pay the hard way
Three the hard way
Allah swingin on em like a San Diego Padre
You heard what the god say, let’s start this
Professional marksman, swimmin like killa sharks
We lethal and heartless
On point like a dart, bitch
Bomb your camp if you want this
Connect wit convicts on some Don shit
And spread the camouflage cats to get the money in Stat
Go to war like Saadam if he pushes you that
Keep his movements discreet when he out in the streets
Had to stash built to high heat for those who creep
Ha, peep the ghetto bastards
Run in your crib like two masked men
I run wit a Tek, and we ain’t askin, we blastin
Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten
Rhyme official live broadcastin, makin it happen
You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules
Hold my eight straight cuz I been payin dues
Wave king from way back tryin to make a mill stack
Miami money cats that leave you layin down flat
W/ «When you layin in the cut wit ya guns tucked"*
It’s on again
Word up, put your hands down
Word up, this shit is multi
Y’all gonna see it, word up
Smiff, Wess, Lex
From the projects, phony projects
Next!
(We don’t need no water, like the Cocoa B’s burn)
(Gotta poly wit your crew to stack ya loot up)
(Get ya weight up, big up, pull ya boots up)
(When you step into the club wit the guns up)
(If the tension’s on your mind, then raise the roof up)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Tryb ataku, czas uderzyć jak kobra
Trujący jad w twoim organizmie zabija cię wolniej
Niż czarnuchy z dmuchawami do Twojej tętnicy szyjnej
Stróżem mojego brata, ale uśpiłem go.
Jeśli mój brat spróbuje się zakraść
Znasz mojego syna, okaż szacunek, kiedy bujam się na podium.
Steam-rollin on niggas, my team straight blowin em
Got em Throwin they Gunz In The Air like Onyx
Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York ' s finest
Pozwólcie, że was ostrzegę.
I seen all y 'all, heavy like fuck, thinkin my niggas might defaw y' all
Blow ya ammo, shallah seen the god fly commando
Rękojeść, broń na nodze, odstrzel mu rękę.
"Kurwa, pewnie myślisz, że jestem na haju"»
Wygląda na to, że szczęście, łańcuszek na szyi, kupił go Od e-gypta.
Ja co? Hennesy drink, mahoniowe pistolety, we treesed up
Pokaż koszulę, zapnij kolana.
Ten Casablanca RAP nigga rzucić trochę sera w górę
Let ' s poly, slow-mo status, bring the keys up
Wonderin, runners is looking mighty fees ' d up
Co, głupku, FBI je sprzedaje? pistolety
Make this money, niggas hold up guns
Uzbrojony w liże, plus Twój fiut, zrzuć swoje
Dziecko potrzebuje nowe buty i strój
I see you stick-up kids, you came wit the dick lick
Widziałeś moich bliźniaków z Bushwick?
Dwie laski wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch
Słyszałeś o em
Teraz otwórz krąg, żeby kości mogły oddychać.
Płacę podwójnie, jeśli potrójnie, jeśli naciskasz, płacę mi.
Gotta poly wit ya crew to stack ya loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
Jeśli wejdziesz do klubu, podnieś broń.
Jeśli napięcie jest w twoim umyśle, to podnieś dach.
You gotta keep it in the fam, stack ya loot up
Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up
When you step into the club wit ya guns up
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* Still in all we came to raise the roof up *
Błysk Minolta
Gun in the stash
Rollin for mo ' hash
Tek, why you slap fire out em, hold fast
These niggas gotta pay the hard way
Three the hard way
Allah swingin na em jak San Diego Padre
Słyszałeś, co powiedział Bóg, zaczynajmy.
Profesjonalny strzelec wyborowy, pływak jak killa sharks
We lethal and heartless
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Zbombardować obóz, jeśli tego chcesz.
"Connect wit convicts on some Don shit"
I rozrzuć koty kamuflujące, żeby zdobyć pieniądze.
Idź na wojnę jak Saadam, jeśli cię popchnie.
Zachowaj dyskretne ruchy na ulicach.
Musiałem schować budowane do wysokiej temperatury dla tych, którzy pełzają
Ha, peep the ghetto bastards
Biegać w łóżeczku jak dwóch zamaskowanych mężczyzn
I run wit a Tek, and we ain ' t askin, we blastin
Szef kuchni przywiózł dodatkowe działo ze Staten.
Rhyme official live broadcastin, makin it happen
Musisz robić ruchy, czarną broń i gotówkę.
Hold my Eight straight Boz I been payin dues
Wave king from way back tryin to make a mill stack
Miami money cats that leave you layin down flat
W / " When you layin in the cut wit ya guns tucked"*
It ' s on again
Word up, put your hands down
Słowo w górę, to gówno jest multi
/ Align = "left" /
Smiff, Wess, Lex
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Następny!
(We don 't need no water, like the Cocoa B' s burn)
(Gotta poly wit your crew to stack ya loot up)
(Get ya weight up, big up, pull ya boots up)
(When you step into the club wit the guns up)
(If the tension ' s on your mind, then raise the roof up)