Two For Da Road — Re-Up tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Re-Up", wykonawca: Two For Da Road.
Tekst piosenki
«Intro--Prodical»
Yo son I know what time it is
Yo tell em, 12, huh? (Yo hold the fuck up)
Yo Shyheim
Yo tell me it’s on (I'ma punch niggas in the face)
Hold that, hold that down son (I got this, I got this)
Word up, we got this (Fuck that nigga, man)
+Shit Iz Real+, all you rats on both coasts
Brooklyn, Shaolin
The block is hot, straight up (Pussy nigga!)
(Read the rims)
«Prodical»
'87, drug, never change their game
We regin terror, projects slang to ring up in the Beakle’s leather
Plaque for the cheddar, shots out the face of the Beretta
Through the corner store that lady and kid, they caught it raw
Smokin' leaf poor, make me wanna crack that nigga’s jaw
Eatin' with the poor, tryin' to live life for what it’s for
Twelve years later, caught me on tour Two on Da Road
Two on the track, two with the plaques, two with the gats
Iced out cats, better think twice before you rap
Up in your bitch back, only a snitch get that
Fuck the chit-chat, click-click-clack, through your Adam’s app'
Brook-nam grace and charm, remain calm
In these big streets we struggle just to make ends meet
Pigs with heat, livin' out the Devil’s deceit
See I’m a rebel plus my level’s complete
Bitches say I’m sort of unique
You can catch me as a Playboy sheets
Solid steel meet, I keep it real with the 'nique
«Shyheim»
Fuck a fair fight, come out my corner with a knife
Y’all big elephant niggas beware of us little mice
You know that we like that cheddar, to make our life better
Every colour, low sweater, drop-top Benz
With the AMG letters, floatin' like feathers
Does it get any better? (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Never, no
Cuz I write the rhymes, the rhymes I write be bumpin'
Rhyme architects that be brutal on production
My brick house, you can’t blow me down
My thug drug music, smoked out ya town
Radio Shyheim, you can’t choke me out
Cuz where the fuck I’m from, we moke popo out
«Chorus--12 O’Clock»
Shit is crazy real in the field
Watch nigga blood get spilled over $ 5 bills, nigga
And major drug deals on the real
Watch a nigga get mils, and his bitch get him killed
«12 O’Clock»
Yo, P let’s get this dough quick, shit on the wrist
Platinum bracelets, see his Range’s the whip
Summer time, comin' quick you got eighty-five percent
Nigga talk that slick and get his brain blown to bits
Throw you in pits and nigga lock like pits
Got my whole fuckin click, nigga, handlin' fifths
They blastin' and shit, I’m after that kid
Who rock that glass Benz, nigga throw it in his wig
Kidnap his kid, throw his brain in the fridge
Slappy and pig, nigga, place where I live
A nigga lookin' jig and I run up in ya crib
Who the fuck murdered BIG? whoever did, do a bid
And let his daughter drop a fridge on his
Move like the wind to Brooklyn Bridge, straight to my crib
«Outro--12 O’Clock»
Close the mothafuckin' door, what?
Got my nigga R’son on this track
12 O’Clock on this track
Prodigal Sunn on this track
Got my nigga Shyheim the ManChild
Definitely Brooklyn Zu
Rewind that shit, nigga!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
"Intro-Prodical»
Yo son wiem która jest godzina
Powiedz im, 12, co? (Yo hold the fuck up)
Yo Shyheim
Yo tell me it 's on (I' ma punch niggas in the face)
Hold that, hold that down son (I got this, I got this)
Word up, we got this (Fuck that nigga, man)
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Brooklyn, Shaolin
The block is hot, straight up (Pussy nigga!)
(Czytaj felietony)
"Prodical»
1987, drug, never change their game
My regin terror, projects slang to ring up in the Beakle ' s leather
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Przez sklep na rogu, ta kobieta i dzieciak, złapali go na surowo.
Smokin 'Leaf poor, make me wanna crack that nigga' s jaw
Eatin 'with the poor, tryin' to live life for what it ' s for
Dwanaście lat później, caught me on Tour Two on Da Road
Dwóch na torze, dwóch z tablicami, dwóch z gats
Iced out cats, better think twice before you rap
Na plecach Twojej suki, tylko kapuś to łapie.
Pieprzyć pogaduszki, click-click-clack, przez aplikację Adama'
Brook-nam grace and charm, remain calm
Na tych wielkich ulicach walczymy, by związać koniec z końcem.
"Pigs with heat, livin' out the Devil 's deceit"
Widzisz, jestem buntownikiem plus mój poziom jest kompletny.
Suki mówią, że jestem wyjątkowy.
You can catch me jako Playboy
Solid steel meet, I keep it real with the ' nique
"Shyheim»
Pieprzyć uczciwą walkę, WYJDŹ z mojego narożnika z nożem
Y ' all big elephant niggas beware of us little mice
Wiesz, że lubimy ten cheddar, żeby nasze życie było lepsze.
Every colour, low sweter, drop-top Benz
With the AMG letters, floatin ' like feathers
Czy będzie lepiej? (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Never, no
Cuz I write the rhymes, the rhymes I write be bumpin'
Rhyme architects that be brutal on production
My brick house, you can ' t blow me down
My thug drug music, smoked out ya town
Radio Shyheim, nie możesz mnie dusić
Bo skąd kurwa jestem, my moke popo out
"Refren-12 O' Clock»
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# Patrz nigga blood get Lilled over $ 5 bills, nigga
I poważne transakcje narkotykowe na Realu.
# Patrz Czarnuch dorwał Milsa, a jego suka go zabiła #
"Godzina Dwunasta»
Yo, P let ' s get this dough quick, shit on the wrist
Platynowe bransoletki. Zobacz też
Summer time, comin ' quick you got 85%
Nigga talk that slick and get his brain blown to bits
Throw you in pits and nigga lock like pits
Got my whole Fucking click, nigga, handlin ' fifths
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Who rock that glass Benz, nigga throw it in his peruka
Porwać jego dziecko, wrzucić jego mózg do lodówki
Slappy and pig, nigga, place where I live
A nigga lookin ' jig and I run up in ya crib
Kto, kurwa, zamordował BIG ' a? ktokolwiek to zrobił, niech złoży ofertę.
I niech jego córka upuści lodówkę na jego
Move like the wind to Brooklyn Bridge, straight to my crib
"Outro-12 O' Clock»
Zamknij te pieprzone drzwi, co?
"Got my nigga R ' son on this track"
12 O ' Clock on this track
Marnotrawny Sunn na tym torze
Got my nigga Shyheim The ManChild
Zdecydowanie Brooklyn Zu
Przewiń to gówno, czarnuchu!