Sunshine — Fuck Dat tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Fredro Starr]
Yo! Turn that shit up word up!
Afficial Nasty Niggas… Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead ass!
Know what I’m sayin'?
We’re payin' my niggaz ' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn shit nigga!
What? What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet goals by da creep cold
We blaze y’all won’t see those you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em
Green backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!
But don’t minimum, strictly max out, the ol’s put the black out
Niggaz be frontin', we take the back rob
Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?
City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack now
We’re nuthin' to match out, formula
See it clearly through my corner-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega’s on ya Rap performer, no diploma, I’m sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
The East New York Soldier, what?
(Fuck Dat! That’s the All City shit!
Yo Greg Valentine!)
Yo, the bees be rushin' like petrees (?)
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say delease
Between the thugs and the police, shit’ll never be peace
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rate
We poly for higher states, buyin' fire escapes
See this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in dice'
Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it’s too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
As if, that ain’t enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot
Where we eat at, but tonight that’s where they bleed at That belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it’s over
Prayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game’s over
(All City what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!
Yo Sticky) (Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!)
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)
Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeon
Say goodbye to ya love one, you can’t heard from, the dumb dumb
Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I’m in this rap shit for the
LOVESONG!
Who can stage as soon as the blunt’s out? YOU DON’T WANT NONE!
But regardless, readin' WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!
I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder, want charges!
You off getargets, kill any rap artist!
Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!
If you’re not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!
Soon as life is for a life, without no remorse
You fucked up BIG TIME, you should’ve finished me off nigga!
(What?! Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat!
Afficial Nast what up?!
Yo Lefty, I got a new nigga for ya niggaz!
Yo Fuck Dat! Step up and shit…)
I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spots
We’re tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachts
Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we’re livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs (?)
So fuck it, it’s even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I’m closin' now shut, I don’t give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!
It’s my time to go, playa, I’m tryin' to go spittin' you
For the dolies, niggaz just press G-O
While shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin' ya, 3−60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' ya Call it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'
(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!)
(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!)
(Fuck Dat! Afficial Nasty Niggas!
Fuckin' takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)
All you crack niggaz, I don’t even like your style
If it wasn’t for love, you be dead right now
Speak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin' ya town
Takin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with the sacred course, six’s bein' deep on the basic floors
(They hate that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I’m tryin' to see some jacks
You better get dropped dog, just read the facts
Dig a gunshot, at least about bringin' you back
I run in cold spots, or walk that for liquid cats
X critical source, with criminal thoughts, under the physical laws
Your visual lost, X-million now, nigga tripple the course
I cripple your boss, what?!!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Fuck Dat! Afficial Nast nigga!
Word up! Fuckin' All City!
Muthafuckin' Onyx!
Muthafuckin' Fredro Starr talkin' to you nigga!
Fuckin' Sonsee nigga! What da fuck is up?!
Yo Sticky, wassup nigga?! Gangreen in this muthafucka!
Bubba Smith 'n shit! Back da fuck up, everybody up!
My nigga too dirty up in this muthafucka! (Know what I’m sayin?!)
DJ LS, Afficial Nast nigga! Fuck any DJ, yo Fuck Dat! (Any DJ nigga!
Afficial Nast!)
Word up, Fuck Dat! Niggaz don’t know! My muthafuckin' broher is sayin',
Fuck Dat!
Big Chris, Fuck Dat! Niggaz ain’t seein' shit! Afficial Nast! Yo eat 'em up!
Get da fuck up outta here! (*Car rushin' away*)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Fredro Starr]
Yo! Podkręć to gówno!
Wstrętne Czarnuchy ... Jebać To!
Ya niggas is dead ass!
Wiesz o czym mówię?
Płacimy moim czarnuchom!
Słowo! Yo Mega Fuck Dat!
Rozwal tego Czarnucha z Brooklynu!
Co? Co? Co? Co? Co? Co?
Moje cele floty przez Da creep cold
We blaze y 'all won' t see those you just feel 'em
Podnosimy stany w tej grze, jak hel
The new millenium, got me in mo 'for killin' em
Zielone Plecy, chcę milion!
But don 't minimum, strictly max out, the ol' s put the black out
Niggaz be frontin' , we take the back rob
Trzymaj się tego stylu, oryginalnego, chcesz być dzika?
City puttin ' cartracks out, as we stack now
We 're nothin' to match out, formula
Widzisz to wyraźnie przez mój róg-ya
This goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega 's on ya RAP performer, no diploma, I 'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma
Żołnierz ze wschodniego Nowego Jorku, co?
Kurwa! To całe miasto!
Greg Valentine!)
Yo, pszczoły pędzą jak petrees (?)
Lepiej, żebyś miał kamizelkę kuloodporną pod polarem.
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Między bandytami a policją nigdy nie będzie pokoju.
Cause holiday, raise ya weights ya hour rate
My poly dla wyższych stanów, kupujemy schody przeciwpożarowe
Życie przestępcy jest jak rzut kostką.
Niggaz holdin ' they ice, wild bust on a slice
Yo it 's too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' pot
Put out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I got
Jakby to nie wystarczyło, bo Jakes ratin ' the spot
Tam gdzie jemy, ale dziś tam krwawią na belone z płomieniem, rzucając deszcz, to koniec.
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/ Align = "left" / ! Jebać To!
Yo Sticky) (come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Niech te skurwysyny wiedzą, czarnuchu!!!)
(Afficial Nast! Co?!!)
Oto zbir z lochu.
"Say goodbye to ya love one, you can 't heard from, the dumb dumb"
Kickin ' WACK SHIT! Uciąłem Ci język, synu! Jestem w tym gównie rapu dla
LOVESONG!
Kto może wystawić, jak tylko blunt wyjdzie? NIE CHCESZ!
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Ja pierdolę, pierdolę morderstwo, żądam oskarżenia!
Zabij każdego rapera!
Wciąż cię nienawidzę! i mam nadzieję, że umrzesz!
Jeśli nie jesteś Allahem, to twoja dupa musi być FRIE!
Tak szybko jak życie jest dla życia, bez wyrzutów sumienia
Spierdoliłeś, powinieneś mnie wykończyć, czarnuchu!
(Co?! Jebać To! Jebać To!
Co takiego?!
Lefty, mam dla Ciebie nowego czarnucha!
Yo Fuck Dat! "Step up and shit"…)
I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktops
A bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stop
Guaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin ' the spots
Jesteśmy zmęczeni jizzle ' N rocks, pieprzymy się ze złoczyńcami lub jachtami
Mamy Wielkie Jabłko na smash jak mobbs, naprawdę żyjemy w piekle?!
Więc po prostu znikamy i rob, a papier mówi mi, że wszyscy umieramy z nóg.)
Więc pieprzyć to, to nawet get it get-Get, i co z tego?!
Bring it, I' m closin 'now shut, I don' t give a FUCK about gettin ' popped
Ci bandyci pewnie słyszeli, zostawili te dwie spluwy!
It 's my time to go, playa, I 'm tryin' to go spittin ' you
For the dolies, niggaz just press G-O
While shoot outs, reachin 'for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugs
Still spittin 'ya, 3-60 pill, I was drug up, in a sixth still SHITTIN 'ya Call it murder, Inside anyone TRY to missin'
Kurwa! Yo x-1 nigga!)
(Ya betta fuckin ' do this shit nigga!)
Kurwa! Paskudne Czarnuchy!
Kurwa, na tej ulicy! Ten czarnuch nie żyje!)
"All you crack niggaz, I don 't even like your style"
Gdyby nie miłość, już byś nie żył.
Speak upon the gun NOR, X is layin ' it down
Dirty two rounds, sprayin ' ya town
Takin ' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya laws
Die with The sacred course, six 's bein' deep on the basic floors
(Nienawidzą tego gównianego czarnucha! Co?!
Skop nam dupę! Jebać To!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up ' bout
Before my hart stops, kid I 'm tryin' to see some jacks
Lepiej spuść psa, po prostu przeczytaj fakty.
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Biegam w zimnych miejscach, albo chodzę po nich dla płynnych kotów.
X krytyczne źródło, z myślą przestępczą, zgodnie z prawami fizycznymi
Twój wzrok przepadł, X-million teraz, nigga potroić kurs
Okaleczę twojego szefa, co?!!
Jebać To! Afficial nast nigga!
Jebać To! Afficial nast nigga!
Jebać To! Jebać To! Afficial nast nigga!
Jebać To! Afficial nast nigga!
Słowo! Pieprzone Całe Miasto!
Pieprzony Onyks!
Pierdolony Fredro Starr
Pieprzony Czarnuch z Sonsee! Co jest, kurwa?!
Sticky, co tam, czarnuchu?! Gangreen w tym pierdolcu!
Bubba Smith ' N shit! Cofnąć się!
Mój Czarnuch jest zbyt brudny w tym matkojebcu! (Wiesz o czym mówię?!)
DJ LS, Afficial nast nigga! Jebać każdego DJ-a! (Any DJ nigga!
Nast!)
Słowo w górę, pieprzyć Dat! Czarnuchy nie wiedzą! Mój pieprzony brat mówi,
Jebać To!
Wielki Chris, Jebać To! Niggaz gówno widzi! Nast! Zjedz je!
Wypierdalaj stąd! (*Car rushin ' away*)