Troy Ave — Hot Boy tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Hot Boy", wykonawca: Troy Ave.
Tekst piosenki
I wear icy gold chains, can’t no brass break me Told you niggas I wrote this shit in the jail
God is great, paper straight
You know the boy hot, get a thermometer
So baby girl, she want me inside her
On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer
Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»
You know the boy hot, get a thermometer
So baby girl, she want me inside her
On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer
Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»
On the road to success I pass many with their thumb up Bird ass niggas come around when the sun up Im shinin' off grindin' out here with my ones up You shot you dyin' motherfucker don’t run up They act like they happy but sick to they stomach
Niggas hope my downfall gon' be they come up But that ain’t the case, send it street 100
I’m only in here cause I keep it 100
That’s some real niggas, what you hear when I’m brung up Oh shit I’m goin' through another rapper with a hung up To smoke my stress away you’ll fuck around and burn a lung up She throat my stress away, open wide, lift her tongue up You know the boy hot, get a thermometer
So baby girl, she want me inside her
On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer
Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»
You know the boy hot, get a thermometer
So baby girl, she want me inside her
On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer
Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»
I only put my faith in God cause niggas be bluffin'
When your back against the wall you see everybody frontin'
Wearin' all Givenchy in the photos and the news
Down to my slippers, try and walk in my shoes
Gotta watch what you say talkin' to dudes
Cause niggas be tellin' get to court and see him too
Paid my lawyer fees and my bail and my dues
Bout to pay and take my family on another cruise
Bein' a real man is the road less traveled
Responsibilities ain’t never been a hassle
Niggas want beef like they own a White Castle
So niggas come creepin' they gonna hit gavels
All my raps is real, put my hand on the Bible
My life is a movie all that’s missin' is a title
I be seen shootin' out the end of a rifle
These are not for kids but the kid is an idol
Pull up in some shit and I let it run idle
Not a short paper player, money tall as the Eiffel
Tower up at Lenny’s, fuck her when I slide through
The clams and the oysters get her wet as a bayou
Was drownin' in sorrow now I make my moms glad
Back in 9th grade sold drugs on (?) Ave
Young dope boy king Troys transition
I see man who don’t make change and then get missin'
Lost in the system or lost where they dig 'em
A sentence feel worse than death depend on what they given
I was gone all this time you niggas still ain’t hot
You niggas just rappers I real, they pop
King Troy everything real, they not
My art imitate life and not the other way, watch
No more doing nothing for niggas off the love
No more coming through as a favor, that’s a dub
I don’t wanna hear about no promo points and splits
I don’t fuck with artists who don’t really live what they spit
And shit you shouldn’t either
This is fake nigga Ether
Troy Ave the realest nigga comin' out his speakers
Out the East Coast, out the hood like «see ya»
Crabs in the barrel, in my rear view, leave ya So long, so long, so long
It’s way too much shade, I’ma go and get my glow on Bitch nigga parade, go ahead and get your float on God is great, my paper’s straight and so on Free the real
You know the boy hot, get a thermometer
So baby girl, she want me inside her
On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer
Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»
You know the boy hot, get a thermometer
So baby girl, she want me inside her
On the road to riches, pushin' my speedometer
Yellin' «go young nigga, get your commas up»
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I wear icy gold chains, can ' t no brass break me Told you niggas I wrote this shit in the jail
Bóg jest wielki, papier prosto
Znasz chłopaka gorącego, weź termometr.
So baby girl, she want me in her
On the road to riches, pushin ' my speedometer
Yellin '" go young nigga, get your commas up»
Znasz chłopaka gorącego, weź termometr.
So baby girl, she want me in her
On the road to riches, pushin ' my speedometer
Yellin '" go young nigga, get your commas up»
* On the road to success I pass many with their thumb up Bird ass niggas come around when the sun up Im shinin 'off grindin' out here with my ones up you shot you diein 'motherfucker don' t run up They act like they happy but sick to they stomach *
Niggas hope my downfall gon 'be they come up But that ain' t the case, send it street 100
Jestem tu tylko dlatego, że trzymam 100.
That' s some real niggas, what you hear when I 'm brung up Oh shit I' m goin 'through another rapper with a hung up To smoke my stress away you' ll fuck around and burn a lung up She throat my stress away, open wide, lift her tongue up You know the boy hot, get a thermometer
So baby girl, she want me in her
On the road to riches, pushin ' my speedometer
Yellin '" go young nigga, get your commas up»
Znasz chłopaka gorącego, weź termometr.
So baby girl, she want me in her
On the road to riches, pushin ' my speedometer
Yellin '" go young nigga, get your commas up»
I only put my faith in God because niggas be bleffin'
When your back against the wall you see everybody frontin'
Wearin ' all Givenchy in the photos and the news
"Down to my pantofles, try and walk in my shoes"
Muszę uważać na to, co mówisz, gadając z facetami.
Bo niggas be tellin ' get to court and see him too
Zapłaciłem za prawnika, kaucję i należności.
Bout to pay and take my family on another cruise
Bein ' a real man is the road less traveled
Obowiązki nigdy nie były kłopotem.
Niggas want beef like they own a White Castle
So niggas come creepin ' they gonna hit gavels
Wszystkie moje rapy są prawdziwe, połóż moją rękę na Biblii
My life is a movie all that 's missin' is a title
I be seen shootin ' out the end of a rifle
To nie dla dzieci, ale dzieciak jest idolem.
Podjechałem w jakieś gówno, a ja pozwoliłem mu biegać bezczynnie.
Nie niski papierowy gracz, pieniądze wysokie jak Eiffel
Wieża u Lenny ' ego, zerżnij ją, gdy się prześlizgnę.
Małże i ostrygi mokną jak Bagno.
/ Tonie w smutku, / teraz uszczęśliwiam Mamuśki.
W 9 klasie sprzedawał narkotyki na (?) Ave
Young dope boy king Troys
I see man who don 't make change and then get missin'
Zagubieni w systemie lub zagubieni tam, gdzie kopią.
Wyrok gorszy niż śmierć zależy od tego, co dali
I was gone all this time you niggas still ain ' t hot
You niggas just rappers i real, they pop
Król Troja wszystko jest prawdziwe, nie są
Moja sztuka naśladuje życie, a nie w drugą stronę, patrz
No more doing nothing for niggas off the love
No more coming through as a favor, that ' s a dub
I don ' t wanna hear about no promo points and splits
Nie zadzieram z artystami, którzy nie żyją tym, co plują.
Ty też nie powinieneś.
/ Align = "left" /
Troy Ave the realest nigga comin ' out his speakers
"Out the East Coast, out the hood like"»
Kraby w beczce, w moim tylnym widoku, zostawiają cię tak długo, tak długo, tak długo
It 's way too much shade, i' ma go and get my glow on Bitch nigga parade, go ahead and get your float on God is great, my paper ' s straight and so on Free the real
Znasz chłopaka gorącego, weź termometr.
So baby girl, she want me in her
On the road to riches, pushin ' my speedometer
Yellin '" go young nigga, get your commas up»
Znasz chłopaka gorącego, weź termometr.
So baby girl, she want me in her
On the road to riches, pushin ' my speedometer
Yellin '" go young nigga, get your commas up»