Killah Priest — Get Lifted tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Razah what up?
My pad’s an art gallery of harsh reality
Pictures of niggas within the scriptures with the same style as me
Christ had his disciples, Priest has his posse
But did they swing box cutters in gutters and blow trees in lobby’s?
Nah, theres for Bethlehem puff the wild irish grand
Till he told him that his hours at hand
Fuck that my last suppers at Benny Hanna’s
A strip club wit sick thugs throwin plenty dollars
Ice chain the Dice game wit the Semi Revolver
My passion is of the hood life, gangsters and killers
Niggas represent the struggle sayin Priest we feel ya'
These the Paintings of a Saints wings, the Lucifer horns
Shootouts and stabbings the youth is all gone (feel me)
We get shit lifted niggas
Roll a spliff take a sip a the liquor
Spark the coke now I’m definately wit’cha
We get shit lifted nigga
I move through the smog of the city life
Blend with the grimy gritty type we make moves at night
Got a kite from my scrap he about to touch down
We spent a yard up north and walk the block in the town
Travel at the speed a sound
A moving target’s hard to hit, thats why I keep it moving kid
Paint a picture without a brush I put my life on sketch
Every line is pain and my love is intricate
Drink liquor till the bottle hollow, Thankful to see tomorrow
Thankful to see my man we gotta continue the plans
Grands upon grands is what we trying to stack
And there ain’t no turning back unless the guns pointed at me
Dog I caught a hole in my back
I guess thats payback for all the dirt I did in the past
I seen life pass before my eyes in a flash
I been caged up wishing I could be on the ave
I been in a dorm, wishing I could be in the lab
My loyalty is priceless, my heart is genuine
You gain a driving force if you got me as a friend
I blow ganja smoke in the air for all my dead kin
And I vow till my boy pow wow will win
Tru sippin Liquor again wit the blicker again
Fresh out the dugout watch the picture begin
On the mound striking em out, snipen em out
All the new birds you heard how I’m pipen em out?
Born a great, Tru-Mac will storm ya state
I ain’t sprung like T-Pain when I fornicate
I’m psycho call me Norman Bates
Try to Ice Grill me, I’ma fit ya George Foreman plate
Quiet down or I"ll cause a Riot now
Time to set up shop on the block and tie it down
Stacks is flippin, Warning my ratchet spittin
On attack for all of you cats thats snitchin
My logic’s focused who gossip hopeless
Ima stomp on cats, backs like ugh, project roaches
Running game like Vince Young through the goaline
Killin kids like them dudes in that coal mine
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Razah co tam?
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Chrystus miał swoich uczniów, ksiądz ma swoją posse
Ale czy machali frezami w rynnach i wysadzali drzewa w holu?
Nah, theres for Bethlehem puff The wild irish grand
Dopóki nie powiedział mu, że jego Godziny są pod ręką.
Jebać to, że moje ostatnie kolacje u Benny ' ego Hanny
Klub ze striptizem wit sick thugs throwin plenty dollars
Łańcuch lodu gra w kości wit Semi Revolver
Moją pasją jest życie gangsterów i zabójców.
Niggas represent the struggle saying Priest we feel ya'
To obrazy świętych skrzydeł, rogów Lucyfera.
Shootouts and stabbings the youth is all gone (feel me)
We get shit lifted niggas
* Roll a spliff take a sip a liquor *
Spark The coke now I 'm definately wit' Cha
We get shit lifted nigga
I move through the smog of the city life
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Mam latawiec z mojego złomu, który zaraz wyląduje.
Spędziliśmy Podwórko Na północy i spacerowaliśmy po mieście.
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Ruchomy cel jest trudny do trafienia, dlatego go trzymam w ruchu, dzieciaku.
"Paint a picture without a brush I put my life on sketch"
Każda linijka jest bólem, a moja miłość jest zawiła.
Pij alkohol aż do wydrążonej butelki, wdzięczna, że zobaczysz jutro
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Grands upon grands is what we trying to stack
I nie ma odwrotu, chyba że broń wycelowała we mnie.
Dog I caught a hole in my back
Myślę, że to zemsta za wszystkie brudy, które zrobiłem w przeszłości.
Widziałem życie mijające mi przed oczami w mgnieniu oka.
I been caged up wishing I could be on the ave
Byłem w akademiku, pragnąc być w laboratorium.
Moja lojalność jest bezcenna, moje serce jest szczere
You gain a driving force if you got me as a friend
I blow ganja smoke in the air for all my dead kin
I ślubuję, aż mój chłopak pow wow wygra
Tru sippin Liquor again wit the blicker again
Fresh out the dugout watch the picture begin
* On the mound striking em out, snipen em out *
Wszystkie te nowe ptaki, które słyszałeś, jak je wypompowuję?
Born a great, Tru-Mac will storm ya state
I ain ' t sprung like T-Pain when I fornite
Jestem psycholem, mów mi Norman Bates.
Try to Ice Grill me, I ' m fit ya George Foreman plate
Uciszcie się, bo rozpętam zamieszki.
Czas założyć sklep na bloku i go związać.
Stacks jest flippin, Warning my ratchet spittin
On attack for all of you cats that snitchin
Moja logika jest skupiona kto plotkuje beznadziejnie
Ima deptać koty, plecy jak ugh, projekt karaluchy
Running game like Vince Young through the goaline
Zabijanie takich jak oni kolesi w kopalni węgla