Jim Jones — Dipset Symphony tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque
(?) All my niggaz ride like a carnival
Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready
Now that Im back the game is fucked the bitch let me You front, u stunt, You get heat clown
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down
(Jim Jones)
Now eight years ago, I played the bench wit dimes
Everybody on my corner is gettin bent off dimes
Sittin back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers
Sittin back in the Lac puffin nickels of reefer
(?) on the strip in the midst of the drug trade
(?) Im watchin for (?) in midst of the drug raid
But niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back
New York rider for u suckerz that fuckin asked
(Hell Rell)
Now can I kick it yes I can
They wanna know if Im G’d up, Yes i am Look Ive overpaid my dues
I almost made the news
Block kind of hot but the cocaine gon move
If I was a brick u wouldnt know what to do wit me You’d probably pick me up get a stem and start using me Nobody built me, I made myself
And you dont know how to shoot guns you grazed yourself
(J.R. Writer)
I was a fiend
Before I became a teen
I was dreams tossed for the latest beams (urrh)
Made me cream cuz Aye
They kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelene
Im in to major stacks, Major stats, Hate on that
Cam holla’d cuz imma bring his label plaques
That aint made of plaque WHOA
Your jewlry aint gold, You copped your jewlry from Hov They all fade to black
(Un Kasa)
I keep a nine in my dresser
Lyrical proffessor
Keep u under pressure
Aint a nigga better
Mind like a computer Six rugers
Get your fam go to war with six shooters
I fuck bitches in coupes they straight Hooters
Get head and thank Buda
(?) and sip Lua
I go hard you runnin with State Troopers
My niggaz straight shotters, Cock back and straight shootCha
(Mr C.)
Not in my book never that nigga, I told yall niggas to go till the fuckin Beat
stopped. When (?) I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, J.R.
Writer, Un Kasa,
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque
(?"All my niggaz ride like a carnival"
Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready
{C: $ 398dc6} Now that I back the game is fucked the bitch let me You front, u stunt, You get heat clown {s: 14}
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down
(Jim Jones)
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"Everybody on my corner is getting bent off dimes"
Sit back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers
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(?) Im watchin for (?) w trakcie nalotu narkotykowego
Ale niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back
New York rider for u suckerz that fucking asked
(Hell Rell)
# Now can I kick it yes I can #
Oni chcą wiedzieć, czy im G 'D up, Yes i am Look I' ve overplaid my dues
Prawie dotarłem do wiadomości.
Block kind of hot but the cocaine Gon move
Gdybym był cegłą, nie wiedziałbyś, co robić ze mną, pewnie byś mnie podniósł.
I nie wiesz jak strzelać z broni. sam się drasnąłeś.
(J. R. Writer)
I was a fiend
Zanim stałem się nastolatkiem
I was dreams (urrh)
Made me cream cuz Aye
Trzymali proszek w tacy, zanim stał się Maybelene.
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Cam holla ' d cuz imma bring his label plaques
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Twoja biżuteria nie jest złota, zabrałeś swoją biżuterię z Hov they all fade to black
(Un Kasa)
Mam dziewiątkę w kredensie.
Prof liryczny
Keep u under pressure
Aint a nigga better
Mind like a computer Six rugers
Get your fam go to war with six shooters
Pieprzę suki w coupes one prosto Hooters
Get head and thank Buda
(?) i sip Lua.
I go hard you runnin with State Troopers
Mój niggaz prosto shotters kogut z powrotem i prosto shootCha
(P. C.)
Nie w mojej książce nigdy tego czarnucha, powiedziałem wszystkim czarnuchom, żeby szli aż do pieprzonego bitu
przestałem. Kiedy?) Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, J. R.
Scenarzysta,