Rick Ross — Mafia Music tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Mafia Music", wykonawca: Rick Ross.
Tekst piosenki
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root
Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof?
Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on roof
Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it’s da truth
So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I flip my middle finga I’m chillin' on 20 million
Da room has turned me on I’m masterbatin' at da top
These hoes so excited so dey catchin' every drop
I’m dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they money lookin' funny in the light
But who really cares if you just throw it in the air
Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed
Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
Dat boy get salad beef bow movement
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolish
Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'
Tip on da glock from a crip up in Compton
Shootin' at da cops, fuck 1 time
I gave her to da block, I fucked 1 time
We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey
So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit
Banned in 1994 but I’m 2 legit 2 quit
99 to 6 kilos was the shit
But dat were batter den roofin' dat shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and Lord knows dat I’ve sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops like a pin
Walked out on da gig and I turned to da streets
Kept my name low key I ain’t heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me Mothafuck 'em all and sweat from my balls
If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs
10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big
I just sit back like, look what I did
Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to business
Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant
People lookin' from a distance think I’m big daddy cunk
Reincarnated spirit of a G Beef’ll make you dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura, paws on the port
You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain’t loyal, snakes slithered and dey coil
I’m laughin' at u cuz, I kill u niggas when I’m bored
We steppin' on ya crew until you mothafukkas crush
And make da sweet love to every women dat you lust
I love to pay her bills can’t wait to pay her rent
Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain’t askin' for a cent
Burn the house down, gotta buy another
Don’t forget the gas can, jealous stupid muthafuka
To another chapter, paper dat I captured
Caught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is zooming and nigga u lookin' funny
Women love to stare cuz dey know dey see da money
I open up my mind about openin' bank accounts
Deposit a 100 stacks break up now take it out
Baby dats a gift, maybe u could live
I knew it wouldn’t work but I just like to give
Used to run da street, young nigga bare feet
Now I’m in da suites and I’m eatin' crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy
Dey callin' all my jewelers up askin' wat he spendin'
Thinkin' 'bout boss, not thinkin' bout dem
Here’s a letter to my enemies when I won’t sin, amen
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I got A feelin' nigga rillin ' and my money be the root
Spójrz na gwiazdy, które lubi, kochanie, gdzie jest dach?
Podciągnij, usłysz psy, kanarkach, idź na dach.
Nawet raz miałem pracę w smole na dachu.
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it ' s da truth
Więc teraz, kiedy ja menage I get massaged just to proof
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat zrobiłby dem zdjęcia nago
Listenin 'to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I flip my middle finga I 'm chillin' on 20 Millions
Da room has turned me on I 'm masterbatin' at da top
These hoes so excited so dey catchin ' every drop
I 'm unigin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
Wyciąć trawę, zakopać papier na wytwórców
Martin miał sen, Bob się naćpał.
I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown-Whitney
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they money lookin ' funny in the light
Ale kogo to obchodzi, jeśli wyrzucisz to w powietrze
Celebratin 'wealth pourin' Moet in her hair
Przepraszam.
Bagażnik pełen białego, samochód pachnie serem błękitnym
Dat boy get salad beef bow ruch
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin ' foolish
Shawty sittin 'low big thangs poppin'
Cynk NA da Glocka z crip w Compton
Shootin ' w da gliny, kurwa 1 raz
Dałem ją do da block, I fucked 1 raz
We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey
So press ya appetite we takin ' ya Lil tray
Kocham moją broń, ale moja choppa wciąż da gówno.
Banned in 1994 but I ' m 2 legit 2 quit
99 do 6 kilogramów to było gówno.
But dat were batter den roofin ' dat shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and Lord knows dat I ' ve sinned
Ale myślałem o mojej przyszłości w pętli jak szpilka
Wyszedłem na da gig i odwróciłem się na da streets
* Trzymałem moje imię w tajemnicy * * nie słyszałem od tygodni *
Wymyśliłem strategię matematyczną.
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me Mothafuck 'em all and sweat from my balls
If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs
10 Maybachs everybody ridin ' big
Po prostu siedziałem i patrz, co zrobiłem.
Den pochylam głowę i błagam o przebaczenie.
Gdy odmówiłem modlitwę, wracajcie do interesów.
Smokin ' on A blunt in my own restaurant
People lookin 'from a distance think I' m big daddy cunk
Reinkarnowany duch wołowiny g sprawi, że usiądziesz na kolacji, żebyśmy mogli coś zjeść.
Farrakhan aura, łapy na porcie
Jesz z miski, podczas gdy twój pies potrzebuje widelca.
Niggas ain ' t loyal, snakes slithered and dey coil
I 'm laughin' at u cuz, I kill u niggas when I ' m bored
We steppin ' on ya crew until you mothafukkas crush
And make da sweet love to every women dat you lust
Kocham płacić jej rachunki nie mogę się doczekać, żeby zapłacić czynsz
Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain 't askin' for a cent
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Nie zapomnij kanistra z benzyną, zazdrosna głupia mutafuka
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Caught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is zooming and nigga u lookin ' funny
Kobiety uwielbiają się gapić.
I open up my mind about openin ' bank accounts
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Baby dats a gift, maybe u could live
Wiedziałem, że to nie zadziała, ale po prostu lubię dawać
Kiedyś biegałem na ulicy, Młody Czarnuch bare feet
Teraz jestem w apartamentach i jem mięso kraba.
Ice so right inni raperzy
Dey callin 'all my jewelers up askin 'wat he spendin'
Thinkin ''bout boss, not thinkin' bout dem
Oto list do moich wrogów, gdy nie zgrzeszę, amen.