Ese 40'z — 120 Bars Deep tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I grab the mic ripping through hitting notes on every cord
flaming blunts and drinking brew double edging on my sword
I be the one with tunnel vision insomniac livin
funneling decisions through a forty keeps me driven
to a gang life style Chuck T’s with the Ben D’s
white Cortez and I fat lace my Nikees
chillin like a villian, psycho cerebellum
stairin at the ceiling catch these flows while I spell em
E-S-E 4−0 then apostrophe
thowin up the S oh yes so it’s gotta be
the E-S-E 40 ounce with a wicked flow
we stress free T-town when I hit the dro
slow my heart rate but I be quick on the reflex
got no time for half bred parvo lookin rejects
Shaolin beat that I’m wreckin for the street
with the world in one hand and the other’s packin heat
the fundamental triple B got the bud, brew, and bitches
razor blade mentally a buck fifty with the stitches
on the face of the rap game drop another track flame
burning through the airwaves rock solid crack slang
sendin truth into lyrics steady slaughterin a metaphor
Hate Proof my spirit with a project yall ain’t ready for
hittin switches through these rhymes like I’m dippin in a low low
sick and twisted minds jumpin lines like a pogo
stick to the muthafuckin realest on my mental notes
kickin ghetto lyrics on the illest instrumental flows
straight from the block with the poverty and grime
penitentiary cages on the robbery of time
no rewind on my clock so I’m shootin towards the future
early in the morning with cocaine as my rooster
to wake me up and sound off scoop another mound off
lace it in a blunt sticky skunk to make a clown cough
pisto in my ice tea haters lookin shiesty
sack chasin bitches on the creep actin feisty
dip through the streets with my bald headed felons
razor to the skin then hit the wind with my pelons
off in the streets well I really mean the beast
belly of a fuckin demon meth addicted ain’t no peace
in my area 5−0-5 was original
so I never switched it up the numbers for this criminal
I come gunnin with these verses show you where the dirt is
deep in the slums with the clowns at the circus
take you through the zoo where they got every type of animal
tokin on glass pipes tweekin up on mechanical appliances
reconfigure what the science is
once enemies and now they smokin like alliances
slicin through your speakers cut shit up like a Samurai
projectile style cock it back and let the hammer fly
fuck a punk snitch nine double one dialin
when they see the trouble run world’s smallest violin
playing in the background when they plea bargainin
weed’s getting hacked down time to do the gardenin
(Ese 40'z — Verse Two)
Connectin rhymes with a quickness vocabulary fitness
infiltrate the structure and infect em with the sickness
crease my Friscoes FB with two pistols
holstered on my waist Chuck T’s laced the list goes
on and on and on while I’m starin through my loccs
bandana hangin down from my back pocket hope
that I see another day through the thick of my conflicts
and not another chain gang trip with the convicts
dreamin big with the raps as I fascinate what fame tells
tilt the forty back and go assassinate my brain cells
cloudy premonitions in my mind about the outcome
rowdy drunken missions on the grind talkin bout some
bitches for the night wreckin hoes and I’m killin this
riches that I write weapon flow psycho villainous
cuz I’m the lyrical drinkin hundred proof let my spirits flow
six percocets and an eighth of the miracle
mystical medical marijuana let it glow
when I spark this in the darkness flashin up the catchable
flame out the lighta, reign the empire
in the rap game with the fame I desire
and this is my dream while I’m driftin through the slums
trailer parks and project porches dirty money, drugs, and guns
till opportunity approaches killin off the roaches
feds throwin raids takin orders from their coaches
but fuck the jura cuz we gotta stay trucha
labs in my town cookin batches of the bruja
pushin out through the calles what be the epidemic?
glass plague in the valle, oil burner as the gimmick
skeleton trend setta cock that Beretta
cold in these streets better grab ya self a sweata
better yet a jacket they frozen off the sack lit
ampin out psychosis thirty dirty hits of smack shit
that be my world when I return to the beast
and chill with the homies in the place where there’s no peace
I’m in the zone with the warriors, South Side Academy
gladiator school we learned assault, rage, and battery
on our opponents life and death moments
gathering the hate that I’ve collected and I’ve known since
I was a little youngsta, thuggin I was once a…
skinny little vato on the calles smokin blunts up
but now I’m 27 years old far from a veteran
triple O.G. with the olde english letterin
a buck twenty bars strong comin out da wood work
ghetto tale song nice and long to make the hood smirk
I keep droppin these lines spitting verses is my nature
last page up on the grind twenty four up on the paper
getting praised for my flows but I don’t need a witness
targets on a wila hard pez up on the hit list
menace to society killin off sobriety
drunk up on the creep about to hit em all so quietly
blitz on the frontline military tactics
shotgun stunt time buck em into back flips
and if you’re rollin through my area it’s desert land subliminal
cinco cero cinco with a drug that be identical
to broken wind shields or hands fulla quartz rock
meth drug deals but I’m the one who still snorts chalk
up in my zone double up like a clone
a beast in the jungle with the strongest pheromone
reppin out the Pecos Valle wanna take this
to another level Eddy County with the make shift
lab tech chemists cookin up the business
bad breath menace always lookin for the finished
product on the line molecular design
blasting fifty units deep into the center of their mind
now the times are finished up on the last of a dying breed
chillin on the block slangin crack people buying weed
on the last note sailing high in a glass boat
be my surroundings drifting by looking past dope…
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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flaming blunts and drinking brew double edging on my sword
I be the one with tunnel vision insomniac livin
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za styl życia gangu Chuck T 'S z Ben D' s
White Cortez and I fat lace my Nikees
chillin like A villian, psycho móżdżek
schody na suficie łap te przepływy, a ja je przeliteruję.
E-S-E 4-0 then apostrophe
thowin up the s oh yes so it ' s gotta be
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we stress free T-town when I hit the dro
zwolnij mi tętno, ale jestem szybki w odruchu.
got no time for half bred parvo looking rejects
Shaolin beat that I ' m wreckin for the street
ze światem w jednej ręce, a w drugiej w packin heat
the fundamental triple B got the bud, brew, and bitches
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"on the face of the rap game drop another track flame"
burning through the airwaves rock solid crack slang
sendin truth into lyrics steady slaughterin a metaphora
Hate Proof my spirit with a project yall ain ' t ready for
hittin switches through these rhymes like I ' m dippin in a low low
chore i pokręcone umysły skaczą jak pogo
stick to the mutafuckin realest on my mental notes
kickin ghetto lyrics on the illest instrumental flows
prosto z bloku z biedą i brudem
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nie cofam zegara, więc strzelam w przyszłość.
early in the morning with cocaine as my rooster
to wake me up and sound off scoop another mound off
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pisto in my ice tea haters looking shiesty
sack chasin suki na creep actin feisty
dip through the streets with my bald headed felons
brzytwa w skórę, a potem uderz w wiatr moimi pelonami.
naprawdę mam na myśli bestię.
belly of a fucking demon meth addicted ain ' t no peace
w mojej okolicy 5-0-5 było oryginalne.
więc nigdy nie podmieniłem liczb dla tego przestępcy.
Przychodzę z tymi wersetami i pokazuję ci, gdzie jest Brud.
deep in the slums with the clowns at the circus
przeprowadzą cię przez zoo, gdzie mają wszystkie zwierzęta.
tokin on glass pipes tweekin up on mechanical AGD
rekonfiguruj czym jest nauka
kiedyś wrogowie, a teraz palą się jak sojusze.
slicin przez głośniki tnie gówno jak samuraj
pocisk styl Kogut to z powrotem i niech młot latać
fuck a punk snitch nine double One dialin
kiedy widzą kłopoty biegną najmniejsze skrzypce świata
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weed ' s getting cacted down time to do the gardenin
(Ese 40 ' z-Zwrotka druga)
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crease my Friscoes FB with two pistols
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* on and on and on while I ' m starin through my loccs *
bandana zwisająca z mojej tylnej kieszeni hope
że widzę kolejny dzień pośród moich konfliktów
i nie kolejna wycieczka gangu z skazańcami.
dreamin big with the raps as I fascinate what fame tells
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rowdy Drunken missions on the grind talking bout some
bitches for the night wreckin hoes and I ' m killin this
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cuz I ' m the lyrical drinkin Hundred proof let my spirits flow
sześć percocetów i osiem cudów
mistyczna medyczna marihuana niech świeci
kiedy iskrę to w ciemności błysk w górę chwytliwe
zapal latarnię, władaj Imperium
w grze rap z The fame i desire
a to jest moje marzenie, kiedy włóczę się po slumsach.
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aż nadarzy się okazja, by zabić karaluchy.
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ale pieprzyć jura bo musimy zostać trucha
labs in my town
co to za epidemia?
glass plague in the valle, oil burner jako gimmick
szkielet trend setta kogut że Beretta
cold in these streets better grab ya self a sweata
jeszcze lepiej kurtka, którą zamrozili w worku.
ampin out psychosis thirty dirty hits of smack shit
that be my world when I return to the beast
i chill z ziomkami w miejscu gdzie nie ma spokoju
Jestem w strefie z wojownikami, South Side Academy
Szkoła gladiatorów uczyliśmy się napaści, wściekłości i pobicia
na naszych przeciwnikach chwile życia i śmierci
/ zbierając nienawiść, / którą zebrałem i od tej pory znałem.
Byłem trochę młody, thuggin byłem kiedyś…
skinny little Vato on the calles smokin blunts up
ale teraz mam 27 lat, daleko mi do weterana.
triple O. G. with the olde english letterin
a buck twenty bars strong coming out da wood work
ghetto Tale song nice and long to make the hood smirk
I keep droppin these lines plując wersy jest moją naturą
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zagrożenie dla społeczeństwa zabijanie trzeźwości
upił się tym dziwakiem, który chciał ich uderzyć tak cicho.
blitz na linii frontu taktyka wojskowa
shotgun stunt czas buck em w back flips
i jeśli jesteś rollin przez mój obszar to Pustynny ląd subliminal
cinco cero cinco z identycznym lekiem
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ale to ja wciąż wciągam kredę.
up in my zone double up like a clone
bestia w dżungli z najsilniejszym feromonem
reppin out the Pecos Valle
do innego poziomu Eddy County z make shift
chemicy z laboratorium przygotowują biznes
nieświeży oddech menace zawsze szuka skończonego
produkt na linii molecular design
rozbijając pięćdziesiąt jednostek głęboko w centrum ich umysłu.
teraz czasy się skończyły na ostatnim z wymierającej rasy.
chillin on the block slangin crack people buying weed
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