Fat Joe — K.A.R. tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "K.A.R.", wykonawca: Fat Joe.
Tekst piosenki
Coca, uhh, Krillz-mania, dale dale
All my niggaz locked down
Doin that time, you heard me?
This for you
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
We kill 'em
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Fuck-boy niggaz, let’s go These niggaz bitchin they snitchin they talkin to the coppers
They plan to stop us and lock us, surround us by helicopters
Joe got hella choppers and hella rockets, propeller poppers
You better watch what you sayin, you sing and this ain’t the opera
Push your shit back like a Tracy album, you wildin
I heard you pussy you was cryin minute you stepped on the Island
Howlin — they tryin to dead us to stop the cheddar
Now I’m forever gon' get it admit it this nigga’s shittin
Animal Hannibal flow, these hands’ll damage you though
It’s understandable you tangible we’ll dismantle your bones
Chillin with my killers in my platinum Rolls
Trinity’s the avenue, anybody yappin well they got to go Find his whole body decomposed, black hoodie reaper clothes
Shit if his momma seen him wouldn’t even know
Joe, I’m a don, the son of a God
One of the hardest to ever yell out the Terror Squad
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Yeah
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Ka-ka-ka-ka-kill 'em
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Uhh, street shit right here
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto») Kill 'em, Street Runner
Uhh, yo, yo Joey don’t know never seen never heard shit
Niggaz is harassin me, tryin to get the murders kid
I don’t know them birds flew/flu, I don’t know them killers went
Mug shots you showin me these niggaz probably innocent
These live niggaz turned coat, now witnesses
They’ll even tell on they moms, what the business is We even got some right here in the business kid
And I ain’t even gotta say no names, you know them niggaz is Coca, movin blow down to Villanova
Up to Poughkeepsie, got some new birds for Newburgh
I don’t know if you got the news, I’m a shoot-er
And if that bitch ever get to talkin I will shoot her
Come with them dogs, go to war with the true birds
My moms on my mind, keep yellin I’m a loser
Word to my nigga Pun, and his Honda scooter
I lay a motherfucker down and throw away the Ruger
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
You know, Pistol this one’s for you
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Coca, Streets
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
We kill 'em nigga, that’s how!
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Brrap, brrrap brrap
Kill 'em, spill 'em, hang 'em off the ceiling
Fuck it throw him off the building watch him land on his children
I am just a man but the plan is to fill 'em
Hundred rounds and better if he shut up he’d be chillin
Got a can like a frying pan, hotter than a skillet
Give a nigga his life, now he got his name on a bullet
Pull it! Pull it! Nigga don’t hesitate, levitate
anybody soul who cooperates
Feds right on top of me, duck 'em like Apollo Creed
If you wanna find me well I’m anywhere the dollars be Killer shit is outta me, give it to whatever nigga wanted me In the Bronx River where the bodies be, fuck-boys!
(«How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Coca, Uhh, Krillz-mania, dale dale
All my niggaz locked down
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To dla Ciebie.
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Zabijemy ich.
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Pierdolone czarnuchy, chodźmy te czarnuchy wredne kapusie rozmawiają z glinami
Chcą nas zatrzymać, zamknąć i otoczyć helikopterami.
Joe dostał helikoptery hella i rakiety hella, śmigła poppers
You better watch what you sayin, you sing and this ain ' t the opera
Push your shit back like a Tracy album, you wildin
I heard you pussy you was crying minute you step on the Island
Howlin-they trying to dead us to stop the cheddar
Teraz jestem na zawsze Gon' get it przyznaj to ten Czarnuch ' s shittin
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To zrozumiałe, że rozmontujemy twoje kości.
Chillin with my killers in my platinum Rolls
Trinity ' s The avenue, anybody yappin well they got to go found his cale body decomposed, black hoodie Reaper clothes
Cholera, gdyby mama go widziała, nawet by nie wiedziała.
Joe, jestem Donem, Synem Boga.
Jeden z najcięższych do wykrzyczenia Terror Squad
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Yeah
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") KA-ka-KA-KA-kill ' em
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") uhh, street shit right here
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto") Kill' em, Street Runner
Uhh, Yo, Yo Joey don ' t know never seen never heard shit
Niggaz nęka mnie, próbuje dorwać mordercę.
I don 't know them birds flew/flu, I don' t know them killers went
Te czarnuchy pewnie są niewinne.
Ci żyjący czarnuchy zamienili się w Płaszcze, teraz świadkowie
Oni nawet naskarżą na swoje mamy, co to za biznes mamy nawet tutaj w Business kid
And I ain ' t even gotta say no names, you know them niggaz is Coca, movin blow down to Villanova
Do Poughkeepsie, mam kilka nowych ptaków dla Newburgh
Nie wiem, czy wiesz, jestem strzelcem.
Jeśli ta suka zacznie mówić, zastrzelę ją.
Chodź z psami, idź na wojnę z prawdziwymi ptakami.
My moms on my mind, keep yellin I ' m a loser
"Word to my nigga Pun, and his Honda scooter"
I lay a motherfucker down and throw away the Ruger
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Pistolet to dla Ciebie.
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Coca, Ulice
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Zabijemy ich, czarnuchu!
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)
Brrap, brrrap brrap
Kill' em, spill 'em, hang' em off the sufit
Wyrzuć go z budynku i patrz, jak ląduje na swoich dzieciach.
Jestem tylko człowiekiem, ale plan jest taki, żeby je wypełnić.
100 naboi i lepiej, jeśli się zamknie, będzie wyluzowany.
Got a can like a Pater, hotter than a patelni
Give a nigga his life, now he got his name on a bullet
Ciągnij! Ciągnij! Nigga don ' t hesitate, levitate
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Federalni nade mną, unik 'em jak Apollo Creed
Jeśli chcecie mnie znaleźć, to jestem tam, gdzie są zajebiste dolary, dajcie To temu, kogo chciał Czarnuch w Bronx River, gdzie są ciała, jebańcy!
("How do we get rid of rats, in the ghetto»)