Joey Bada$$ — Og Killuminati tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I’m a beast with these flows
Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled
They say I’m evil cause I trained my ego to see gold
Cause he know, seagulls couldn’t see these goals, please
It’s the return of the beast coast
No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show
Incognito, is how you move on the strip
What you trynna be Vito? Well there’s rules to this shit
Don’t get clapped, ya’ll ain’t real spitters, ya’ll lips chapped
Better watch it, Mr. Nicewatch, don’t risk that
I got a 6 pack of bare skill that I spill like that
And everybody know (That shit crack!)
Ya’ll niggas softspoken, down below choking
The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men
It makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen
It’s nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can’t hold em Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I’m next to go The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico
My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin'
Step into my box and that’s exactly what’chu stand in Ain’t no half steppin' 'round me And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me The young cop killer, I’m dat ill, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac killer… nigga
Soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect
I ain’t tryna be a slave to grow old from working
Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped it second
Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection
Check the melodies, it’s so heavenly
That shit’ll get your hips to move no 70's
Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies
Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies
Grab a spoonful, we sturrin' up a pot
And you know we gotta serve it while it’s hot
I’m flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid
It’s in my jeans so don’t worry where my parents is Get with the script it’s that ignorant shit
And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain’t sealin' my lips
It’s a shift, I know you feel it man
We blowin' up like a ceiling fan
Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam’s man
When it comes to kickin' verses I’m Mr. Van Damme
Crushin' strawberries it’s a jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I’m killin' this shit, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity
Stupids
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I ' m a beast with these flows
Dwie pieczenie, jedna naćpana, gęsi się trzęsą, gdy drzewa się tarzają.
Mówią, że jestem zły, bo wytrenowałem moje ego, by zobaczyć złoto.
Bo wie, że mewy nie widzą tych celów, proszę.
Powrót bestii
Nie ma gotówki, ale ser wciąż sprawia, że zęby pokazują
Incognito, tak się poruszasz po strip
Kim chcesz być Vito? W tym gównie są zasady.
Don 't get clapped, ya' ll ain 't real spitters, ya' ll lips chaaped
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I got a 6 pack of bare skill that I spill like that
And everybody know (That shit crack!)
Ya ' ll niggas softspoken, down below
Typ, który upuszcza mydło, kiedy moczysz się przed większością mężczyzn.
To ma sens, dlaczego chcesz wołowinę, cóż to mrożone
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My lirical span is what the fans is demandin'
Wejdź do mojego pudełka i to jest dokładnie to, co 'Chu stand in Ain' t no half steppin ''round me and you gotta drown a fish before you clown me the young cop killer, I' m dat ill, so doc ' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac killer ... nigga
Soul searchin '' till my flows are perfect
I ain ' t tryna be a slave to grow old from working
Przepraszam BADA$$, masz szczęście, że podglądałem go drugi
Tell them niggas keep it steppin ' with they beat selection
Check the melodies, it ' s so heavenly
To gówno sprawi, że twoje biodra będą się poruszać Nie 70 ' s
Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies
Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies
Łap łyżkę, we sturrin ' up a pot
I wiesz, że musimy to podawać póki gorące
I 'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin ' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin ' on the block
Lookin 'for black kids, that spittin' up acid
Jest w moich jeansach, więc nie martw się, gdzie są moi rodzice.
And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain 't sealin' my lips
It ' s a shift, I know you feel it man
We blowin ' up like a ceiling fan
"Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam 's man"
Jeśli chodzi o Kickin 'verses I' m Mr. Van Damme
Crushin 'strawberries it' s a jam
Więc podnieś obie ręce, jeśli możesz.
Ironia losu, że zabijam to gówno, dopóki mnie nie pogrzebią.
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