Tech N9ne — Speed Of Sound (Acapella) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I be comin like a auto but I’m murderin everything
I’m a killa wit the mission to flip it
I’m sick wit the givin, the lip I be itchin to give it A wif of the wicked, I stick it wit the quick and they diggin it!
NIGGA!
Like I said it befo' I’m a get up and go And get it, because I’m Mr. Malignant, keepin' you riveted
Livin' it, paligiment, sin a bit
And a chick in a minute, Tecca Nina be kickin' it I flow for the middle west, go for your little neck
Don’t let me get it, but your hoe, I’m a get it wet
Stop and drop, on top of twat, in your kitchen
Not the guap, I pop without an admission
Hailin' from Mizzery
You can smell out the hell in the thizzery, just remember me Bustin' deliveries and I’m makin' them shivvery
I’m takin' my little city to lyrical liberty
I go for the gusto and lead the ground
No bush to beat around
All the midwest choppers on this track and yes, oh, we are down
Tecca Nina wit Bone, everybody gets on, all the MCs we a clown
And we do it like a bullet, from a gun, or better yet, the speed of sound!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I be coming like a auto but I ' m murderin everything
I ' m a killa wit the mission to flip it
Jestem chory z powodu dawania, wargi swędzą mnie, żeby dać mu wif of the WIF of the WIF of the WIF of the quick and they diggin it!
Czarnuchu!
Tak jak mówiłem, jestem wstań i idź i weź to, bo jestem Panem złośliwym, trzymającym cię w ryzach
Livin ' it, paligiment, sin a bit
I Laska za minutę, Tecca Nina be kickin ' it I flow for the middle west, go for your little neck
"Don' t let me get it, but your hoe, I 'm a get it wet"
Stop and drop, on top of twat, in your kitchen
Nie guap, i pop bez wstępu
Hailin ' from Mizzery
You can smell out the hell in the thizzery, just remember me Bustin 'delivery and I' m makin ' them shivvery
I 'm takin' my little city to lyrical liberty
I go for the gusto and lead the ground
No bush to beat around
Wszystkie śmigłowce na Środkowym Zachodzie na tym torze i tak, jesteśmy na dole
Tecca Nina wit Bone, everybody gets on, all the MCs we a clown
I robimy to jak kula, z pistoletu, albo jeszcze lepiej, prędkość dźwięku!