Ray Luv — Bubble tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Bubble", wykonawca: Ray Luv.
Tekst piosenki
Back in yo' motherfucking face, you know?
Ha ha ha ha, the Lynk Crew, no more trouble, just trying to bubble
And this goes out to my son — Baby IE, wassup boy?
I was a hustlin-ass nigga straight lovin' the game
Always meant to be a playa put the Luv in my name
Who put the hustle in this youngster? I guess my daddy’s to blame
Cause if it made skrilla, there wasn’t no shame in his game
Another young playa, caught up in the fortune and fame
Nigga when I’m gone, will they still remember my name?
Straight soldier, stayed at this here 'till it’s over
Old folks laughing, telling my daddy that I’m never sober
Why don’t you understand I’m just trying to feed my baby?
I’m going crazy, none of y’all fools can fade me You trying to save me? Sometimes I feel the love is gone
There I go, out the door to get my hustle on Dreams of platinum, rap after rap I’m writing back to back
While I hustle stack for stack
I’m caught in the cross, the game twist me into trouble
Forever hustle, I’mma struggle 'till I bubble
Gotta make my money double
Struggle out of trouble, all good
I’mma hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
BG turned OG, gone off that oldie
Went from Zenith’s and Vogue’s to Lexus I’s and gold D’s
In love with the game, will I fold G’s?
Ain’t no tears just beer poured for my homies
A ghetto star, every hood in church know me Haters want me but trick them suckers long as the set got love for me
I’m Lynked up to the fullest
So you better think nine times before you come at me with some bullshit
The Feds is crackin' down like bullwhips
And niggas' gunnin' for me so when I smoke I keep a full clip
I just wanna get richer
So when you look at success I’m the nigga you seeing in the picture
The B-I-G E-Double-D-I-E Spaghetti
You know me already, nigga with the long fetti
Gangbangin' but never see me with no rag
No time to lag, stuffin' hundreds into Hefty bags
The local motors wanna' battle
I’m gone holler «trump», cause inflation
Move the organization to Seattle
Call my up-North connection
He say, «I got it sewed up in Seattle
Even judges in the next election»
I have a ticket to a Samsonite
Ready to get it on, fool I’m gone on the next flight
A young nigga out to rumble
Got to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
Gotta make my money double
Struggle out of trouble, all good
I’mma hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
My chances gettin' slim in the wind as I’m hustlin'
Straight automatic phone call sidin' in traffic so I’m dumpin'
Cause' all I really wanted was a piece of the ree-zor
I bust so heavy in this geed-ame, I can’t ever skeezers out on the grind
Heard 'em motivated poppilin' bubblin' major
Just 19 years old I’m freezing cold fiending for paper
You ain’t know I’m a young BG from the 'Tay soakin' game from my older cousin
Convinced to grind 'till I’m ballin, you thought I wasn’t
Trying to keep my focus with the daily bomb, better get the Loc’ses
For the chronic got more straight keeps my calm
Flick of the wrist, we get the dopest Coca-Cola
So do the gypsy-twister hocus-pocus A1-Yola
Tear in to any fool that’s trying to stop my hustle
It’ll be a 211−187 Young Dre is destined to bubble
Gotta make my money double
Struggle out of trouble, all good
I’mma hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
So much fetti I’m feeling hunted
Every epsiode I be lookin' for my face on the Most Wanted
Feel like my life was written by Donald Gould
A kingpin on the run, nigga, like Jesse Owens
Never knowin' which one of these suckers calling themselves a menace
Gonna be pumped off that spinach wanna put a hot-one in a Young nigga, my grandmomma call me sinner
Look, granny, I just want to make you proud of me and be a winner
Get out of this shit before I’m fade out, doin' bad
Go legit before I’m layed out, on the slab
Who say we can’t be hard, and still smart?
Who say I gotta go out to the pen or the county morgue?
Gotta find a way out, my little homies they be rappin'
Me and my mail, let’s see what we can make happen
Get in it to win it and pop like Russel Simmons before I finish
A big baller, going out to the book of Guiness
But these playa-haters known to be snitches and traitors
Fool you can’t fade us, fuckin' with Big Eddie yes the greatest
Little homies keep writing I’m gonna put five grand on a lawyer
Big Eddie Records got a business license
Rumor has it that my young niggas out there jackin'
Oh, you ain’t know? I signed them soldiers now we goin' platinum
I found my route up out the trouble
Out to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
Gotta make my money double
Struggle out of trouble, all good
I’mma hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
For the 1−99−5, straight trying to bubble
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Z powrotem w twoją pierdoloną twarz, wiesz?
Ha ha ha ha, załoga Lynk, żadnych kłopotów, po prostu próbuje bańki
A to dla mojego synka, co tam?
I was a hustlin-ass nigga straight lovin ' the game
"Always meant to be a playa put the Luv in my name"
Kto naciągnął tego młodzieńca? To chyba wina mojego taty.
Bo jeśli to stworzyło skrillę, nie było wstydu w jego grze.
Kolejny młody playa, złapany w Fortunie i sławie
Czarnuchu, kiedy mnie nie będzie, nadal będą pamiętać moje imię?
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Starzy ludzie śmieją się, mówiąc mojemu tacie, że nigdy nie jestem trzeźwy
Dlaczego nie rozumiesz, że próbuję nakarmić moje dziecko?
Ja wariuję, żaden z was głupców mnie nie zmyje. próbujesz mnie uratować? Sometimes I feel the love is gone
There I go, out the door to get my hustle on Dreams of platinum, rap after rap I ' m writing back to back
While I hustle stack for stack
/ Jestem złapany na krzyżu, / gra wpędza mnie w kłopoty.
Forever hustle, i 'MMA struggle' till I bubble
Gotta make my money double
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I ' MMA hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
BG turned OG, gone off that oldie
Przeszedł z Zenith i Vogue do Lexusa I I gold D
Zakochani w grze, złożę "G"?
Ain ' t no tears just beer llowed for my homies
Gwiazda getta, każdy Kapturek w kościele mnie zna hejterzy mnie chcą ale oszukać ich frajerów tak długo jak set got love for me
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Więc lepiej pomyśl dziewięć razy, zanim zaczniesz mnie atakować z jakąś bzdurą.
Federalni walą jak bicze.
I niggas 'gunnin' for me so when I smoke I keep a full clip
I just wanna get richer
So when you look at success I ' m the nigga you seeing in the picture
The B-I-G E-Double-D-I-E Spaghetti
You know me already, nigga with the long fetti
Gangbangin ' but never see me with no rag
Nie ma czasu na zwlekanie, upychanie setek do wielkich toreb
The local motors wanna ' battle
I 'm gone holler "trump", cause inflation
Przenieś organizację do Seattle.
Zadzwoń do mojego połączenia up-North.
Powiedział:
Nawet sędziowie w kolejnych wyborach»
Mam bilet do Samsonite.
Gotowy do startu, głupku. polecę następnym lotem.
A young nigga out to rumble
Got to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
Gotta make my money double
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I ' MMA hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
My chances gettin 'slim in the wind as I'm hustlin'
Prosty automatyczny telefon sidin'in traffic so I 'm dumpin'
Bo tak naprawdę chciałem tylko kawałek ree-zor
Jestem tak ciężki w tym geed-ame, że nigdy nie będę się skeezers na grind
Heard 'em motived poppilin 'bubblin' major
Mam tylko 19 lat. marznę o papierku.
You ain 't know I' m a young BG from the' Tay soakin ' game from my old cousin
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Staram się skupić na codziennej bombie, lepiej dostać Loc ' sów
For the chronic got more straight keeps my calm
Pstryknięcie nadgarstkiem, dostajemy najlepszą Coca-Colę
So do The gypsy-twister hocus-pocus A1-Yola
"Tear in to any fool that ' s trying to stop my hustle"
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Gotta make my money double
/ Align = "left" /
I ' MMA hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
Tak dużo fetti, że czuję się ścigany.
Every epsiode I be lookin ' for my face on the Most Wanted
Feel like my life was written by Donald Gould
A kingpin on the run, nigga, like Jesse Owens
Nigdy nie wiadomo, który z tych frajerów nazywa siebie Zagrożeniem.
* Gonna be pumped off that spin wanna put a hot-one in a Young nigga, my grandmomma call me sinner *
Słuchaj, babciu, chcę tylko, żebyś była ze mnie dumna i została zwyciężczynią.
Get out of this shit before I 'm fade out, doin' bad
Działaj legalnie, zanim mnie wypuszczą.
Kto powiedział, że nie możemy być twardzi i mądrzy?
Kto powiedział, że muszę iść do więzienia albo do kostnicy?
# Gotta find a way out, my little homies they be rappin' #
Ja i Moja poczta, zobaczmy, co możemy zrobić.
Get in it to win it and pop like Russel Simmons before I finish
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Ale ci hejterzy są kapusiami i zdrajcami.
Głupcze, nie możesz nas wyblaknąć, pieprzysz się z wielkim Eddiem tak najwspanialszym
Mali ziomale ciągle piszą, stawiam pięć kawałków na prawnika.
Big Eddie Records got A business license
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Nie wiesz? I signed them soldiers now we goin ' platinum
I found my route up out the trouble
Out to get my money on, nigga watch my bubble
Gotta make my money double
/ Align = "left" /
I ' MMA hustle till I bubble
Gotta make my money triple
Hennessy not ripple
(Big Eddie Spaghetti you gone pop like a pimple)
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