South Park Mexican — Hustle Town tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Eh he he he he Hustle Town my city maan!
Born and raised baby
Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers
Raisin' men in a big city
I know it’s hard
Let 'em know what’s up Filero
I sell drugs with thugs
Hittin' licks off tricks
Workin' two jobs a dope deala and a pimp
Mom’s beggin' me to stop everyday
So scared for me to walkâ?¦. Memory lane
But Mom don’t worry my teck protect well
I told ya one day this rap shit gone sell
But my heart been broke from the start
Since the day my father died when I was seven in the park
So I wrote the book
How to pimp hoes and kick do’s
And if I kill well than that’s just how the shit go Pull yo strap
What am I supposed to sweat
This the third time today that I come close to death
Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit don’t stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit don’t stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
Set 'em up Wet 'em up Etceteras
Tell ya treasura
Empty the regista
Shit serious
I’ll give ya life a period
Well here he is The kid with experience
Don’t start shit
Mistake me for an artist
Flash in the dark
Someone tell 'em where his heart is Blue light
Who die?
Tonight
Maybe over two dice
Maybe cause he blew fry
On top of ya With the Hillwood Mafia
Hard hittin' hustlas
Beat the draws off of ya Knowledge
While my shit be flawless
Dope House Records step into my office
It’s ya boy Lord Loco
Know what I’m talkin' bout
Representin' that H-Town wit my boy SPM
There’s a lot of frauds out there know what I’m sayin'
What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas Los?
Jackin' jaws
I’m packin' balls
Smoke and split
I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause
Wit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hay
Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac
Competition ha ha You muthafuckas make me laugh
You a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits
I fight devils like you wit a crucifix
Ruthless shit
With a shotty
Take ya body
Gun Kung Fu Mixed wit AK Karate
I’m sorry but you the past like Atari
As I smoke like Marley
Stay Brown like Charlie
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
EH he he HE HE Hustle Town my city maan!
Born and raised baby
Dedykuję ten dżem wszystkim samotnym matkom.
Raisin ' men in a big city
Wiem, że to trudne.
Let 'em know what' s up Filero
Sprzedaję narkotyki z bandytami.
Hittin ' licks off tricks
Workin ' two jobs a dope deala and a pimp
Mama błaga mnie, żebym przestał.
Boisz się, że pójdę?¦. Memory lane
Ale Mamo, nie martw się mój teck dobrze chroni
I told ya one day this RAP shit gone sell
Ale moje serce zostało złamane od samego początku.
Od dnia, w którym zmarł mój ojciec, kiedy miałem siedem lat w parku.
Więc napisałem książkę
How to pimp hoes and kick do ' S
I jeśli zabijam dobrze, to tak to gówno ciągnie cię za pasek.
What am I supposed to sweat
Już trzeci raz jestem bliski śmierci.
Hustle Town Hustle Town
Miasto marzeń
Where we creep through the hood
I serwujemy im ćpunów.
Hustle Town
The shit don ' t stop
Roll-wynajem samochodów
And we keep the glock cocked
Hustle Town
Miasto marzeń
Where we creep through the hood
I serwujemy im ćpunów.
Hustle Town
The shit don ' t stop
Roll-wynajem samochodów
And we keep the glock cocked
Set 'em up Wet' em up Etceteras
Tell ya treasura
Opróżnij rejestr
Cholera, poważnie.
I ' ll give ya life a period
Oto dzieciak z doświadczeniem.
Nie zaczynaj.
Pomyl mnie z artystą.
Flash in the dark
"Someone tell' em where his heart is Blue light"
Kto umiera?
Tonight
Może ponad dwie kostki
Może dlatego, że obciągnął fry ' owi.
On top of ya With the Hillwood Mafia
Hard hittin ' hustlas
Beat the draws off of ya Knowledge
While my shit be flawless
Dope House Records
To Ya boy Lord Loco
"Know what I' m talkin 'bout"
Representin ' that H-Town wit my boy SPM
Wiesz, o czym mówię?
Co myślisz o tych czarnuchach?
Jackin ' jaws
I 'm packin' balls
Smoke and split
I give mo ' gifts than Santa Clause
Wit a cold 40 Unce and a wora of sian
Wypij łyk dla bandytów, którzy odeszli.
Mista da Masta mistyczny meksykański maniak
Konkurencja ha ha wy skurwysyny rozśmieszacie mnie
You a bitch if you Hattin ' on my Houston hits
Walczę z diabłami jak ty z krucyfiksem.
Ruthless shit
/ Align = "left" /
Take ya body
Gun Kung Fu Mixed wit AK Karate
Przepraszam, ale ty jesteś przeszłością jak Atari.
As I smoke like Marley
Stay Brown jako Charlie