Styles Of Beyond — Bleach tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Yo, swing the sword for the classic year
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear
You can’t fathom asthma, dash for air
Spittin' on the baby bib in the plastic chair
What’s up stupid?
(Shoot this)
1−5-1 in the shot glass
(Hot flash)
Bangin' on the drum, huh
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas
Paper trails racing, Pelican briefcases
We outrageous, name the streets gave us Yeah, we got flame, but now we heat blazers
I let 'em all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber
Thumbs up, another banger
Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck
It’s like gettin' with a dumptruck
Brains and guts
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same stuff
Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up Okay, I’ll let a sucka’s fly once
Face down, found him in his Cap’n Crunch
Uh, malpractice — a bang-off jam
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh Don’t stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon
What’s up partna, I got ya (what, what)
Hope that «rah-rah» crack the piñata
Slap, box, mouth of backwash
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang, mashin'
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress
Stop, you ain’t got access, watch
I’mma change my accent, Ryu and Tak
You little cunts in the game, you can suck my cock
And lay flat on the ground, don’t make a peep
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach
Guess who’s got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who’s rockin every club, that’s me Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knockin', Jay drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top?
S.o.B. got the rap thing locked
Who want what, when, why, and what not
Who got next up, Ryu and Tak
Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a click
Bloody brains on the sand was like Miracle Whip
While the blood keeps gushin', relish and pink mustard, huh
I’mma slam till I tear it to bits
Till the bell for the recess rang
On the defense game
You feeling grilled like P.F. Changs
Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torch
And burn crews for their views that’ll rock with force
Sayin, don’t stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon
What’s up y’all, we don’t stall
Come one, come all till we drop the ball like
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Yo, swing the sword for the classic year
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear
Nie możesz pojąć astmy, dash for air
Spittin ' on the baby bib in the plastic chair
Co jest głupie?
(Shoot this)
1-5-1 in the shot glass
(Hot flash)
Bangin ' on the drum, huh
Wywołujemy spustoszenie w Las Vegas.
Wyścigi papierowych ścieżek, teczki Pelikana
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I let 'em all fly, 10 in the clip, 1 in the chamber
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Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck
To jak jazda ciężarówką.
Brains and guts
Okaleczenie, cięcie, celowanie, kaczka, to samo
Rozpalę Cię jak kokainę.
Twarzą w dół, znalazłem go w jego Cap ' n Crunch
Błąd w sztuce.
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Flip beats for the crew like flot and platoons
Reese Witherspoon, uh Don ' t stop The sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon
What ' s up partna, I got ya (what, what)
Mam nadzieję, że" rah-rah " złamie piniatę.
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Zęby zmiażdżone na asfalcie, czaisz?
Ustaw tempo jak mustang, mashin'
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Upuszczony na poplamiony krwią materac
Stop, you ain ' t got access, watch
Zmienię akcent, Ryu i Tak.
Wy małe pizdy w grze, możecie ssać mojego kutasa
And lay flat on the ground, don ' t make a Piep
Jeśli chcesz pozbyć się plam, weź wybielacz.
Zgadnij, kto ma gumowe rękawiczki i wybielacz?
Guess who 's rockin every club, that' s me Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knockin', Jay drop that beat
Zgadnij, kto ma nazwę grupy na górze?
S. O. B. got the rap thing locked
Who want what, when, why, and what not
Kto następny, Ryu i Tak
Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a click
Krwawe mózgi na piasku były jak Cudowny Bicz
While the blood keeps gushin', relish and pink mustard, huh
I ' MMA slam till I tear it to bits
Dopóki nie zadzwoni dzwon na przerwę
W obronie gry
Czujesz się grillowany jak P. F. Changs
Gra w Klasy na zwłokach, aż upuszczę pochodnię.
And burn crews for their views that ' ll rock with force
Saying, don ' t stop The sure-shot, the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon
Co tam, nie Grajmy na zwłokę.
Come one, come all till we drop the ball like