Styles Of Beyond — Mr. Brown ((Dirty) Previously Unreleased) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Oh, yeah, who wanna rip with Styles?
The whole place on the lookout for Mr. Brown
We’ve got, plenty of clues and forensic files
Plus, envious crews, so we trip for miles
It’s (Mister Brown!)
Yeah, you know the drill
Never holdin' 'em still
Roll 'em over the hill
Just glide, close your mouth and open the blinds
Took the wings off a bird and let it float to the side
Say (What?) to hear me callin
Shoutin out my name and playin' this in the Walkman
Aiyo, crash the gates
Aiyo, pack the place up
Break stuff, takin' all the paper
I’mma stay laced up
Keep a shank tucked, take a pay cut
Even let you keep the dang pay stub (really?)
Say somethin, punk, what, put away the blank gun
Fakes wanna talk about bank but they make none
Live from the sweatbox, sucking all the props up
Pop some, lookin' for the foxhunt, peace
Yo, the joke’s over, slap the bloke sober
Catch a .40 caliber case of glaucoma
Riders like Johnny Depp rollin' with Winona
Big trunk fulla shit, blow the globe up
So what? nobody knows us, got no love
Pop 6, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot shit by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove
Won’t get caught killin' today, baby, cause I’m a thug
Bottles of beer from the land of five horses
Man who wasn’t there like Billy Bob Thornton
Crush-crew landin in, steppin' into the scene
Fertilize new lawns, a Requiem for a Dream
It’s (Mister Brown!), legendary assignment
Searchlights hover, but can’t seem to find him
Track down whatever you can in the mist
In this case, it’s strictly the hand of a fist
So (What?), keep your eyes peeled, post and look fresh
Like, Mammoth and Ideal (???), hope to hook checks
Aiyo, what’s up, ticket the blows
Plus, jack whoever wanted with us, get slapped up, (UH) let it be known
Mr. Brown got somethin' to bust
The blue steel touchin' his nuts
The pump got a sick mind of it’s own
Oh, crackin' the globe like the edible egg
A nuclear rap bazooka with incredible aim
Who can you blame? I’m a troop cooped in a cage
And it’s a thin line between a chipped tooth and a fang, come on
Yo, it’s just one of those things
Where you wanna ride but it just won’t swing
Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don’t bang
Oh, you’ve got that new shit that still sounds played
Yo, it’s just one of those things
Where you wanna ride but it just won’t swing
Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don’t bang
Oh, you’ve got that new shit that still sounds played
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Kto chce się pobawić ze Stylesem?
Całe miejsce szuka Pana Browna.
Mamy mnóstwo wskazówek i akt sądowych.
Plus, zazdrosne załogi, więc podróżujemy mile
To jest (Panie Brown!)
Tak, znasz zasady.
Never holdin '' em still
Roll ' em over the hill
Po prostu ślizgaj się, zamknij usta i otwórz żaluzje.
Zdjął skrzydła ptaka i pozwolił mu unieść się na boki.
Say (Co?* to hear me callin *
Krzycz moje imię i graj to w Walkmana
Aiyo, rozbij bramę.
Aiyo, pakuj się.
Break stuff, takin ' all the paper
/ Align = "left" /
"Keep a shank tucked, take a pay cut"
Nawet pozwoliłem ci zatrzymać ten cholerny odcinek wypłaty (naprawdę?)
Something, punk, what, put away the blank gun
Podróbki chcą rozmawiać o banku, ale nic nie robią.
Live from the sweatbox, sucking all the props up
Pop some, lookin ' for the foxhunt, peace
Yo, żart się skończył, uderz faceta trzeźwego
Złap A.40. przypadek jaskry
Riders like Johnny Depp rollin ' with Winona
Big trunk fulla shit, blow the globe up
I co z tego? nobody knows us, got no love
Pop 6, Ryu i tak, gliny wiedzą, co to robi.
Hot shit by the bungalow, drop The bloody glove
Nie dam się złapać na zabijaniu dzisiaj, kochanie, bo jestem bandytą
Butelki piwa z krainy pięciu koni
Man who wasn ' t there jako Billy Bob Thornton
Crush-crew landin in, steppin ' into the scene
Zapłodnić nowe trawniki, Requiem dla snu
To jest (Panie Brown!), legendarny przypisyzobacz też
Reflektory lecą, ale nie mogę go znaleźć.
Wyśledzić wszystko, co się da we mgle
W tym przypadku, to tylko ręka pięści.
Więc (Co?), miej oczy szeroko otwarte, post i wygląd świeży
Mamut i Ideał (???), nadzieja na haki
/ Align = "left" /
Poza tym, jack, ktokolwiek chciał z nami być, daj się spoliczkować.
Mr. Brown got somethin ' to bust
The blue steel touchin ' his nuts
The pump got a sick mind of it ' s own
# Oh, crackin ' the globe like the eadable egg #
Nuklearna Bazooka rap z niesamowitym celem
Kogo możesz winić? I ' m a troop couped in a cage
A to cienka linia między wyszczerbionym zębem a kłem, chodź.
To jedna z tych rzeczy.
Where you wanna ride but it just won ' t swing
# Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don ' t bang #
Oh, you ' ve got that new shit that still sounds played
To jedna z tych rzeczy.
Where you wanna ride but it just won ' t swing
# Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don ' t bang #
Oh, you ' ve got that new shit that still sounds played