Dying Breed - Basboi - текст песни и перевод слов, слушать онлайн бесплатно

2019 язык: английский

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Песня Dying Breed группы Basboi из альбома Fresh Graduate была записана в 2019 году лейблом Basboi, язык песни английский, ниже вы найдете ее перевод на русском языке, песня исполняется в жанре иностранный рэп и хип-хоп, вы можете слушать ее, изучить слова или скачать текст бесплатно, прокомментировать, как саму песню так и смысл который она в себе несет.

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Basboi

альбом:

Fresh Graduate

лейбл:

Basboi

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Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп

God bless all the dying breed

I pray for the dying breed

I’d kill for my fucking creed

I’d die if it ever needed

God bless all the dying breed

I pray for the dying breed

I’d kill for my fucking creed

I’d die if it ever needed

It ain’t a long time (it ain’t)

First time I talk first time I walk

It ain’t a long time (yea I know that shit)

I need to talk I need to talk

Is this the right time?

Man, fuck the right time!

I spill 'em beans and cook it

I don’t care if it don’t fit

Your mind, your heart man fuck it!

Respect to whom that take seat

For a two cents from a kid

If you don’t like you may quit

Aye look man, I’ve been thinking 'bout a certain kind of people,

I call dying breed (dying breed)

That’s the kind of people that I would bleed for (I would bleed)

I lost count on those I knew

Yet dying breed count as a few

The fuck I’m watching, I see super villain on the news, on a daily routine,

there’s a thirteen raped by a thirty, drugged with some morphine,

what the fuck is happening?

Kill the TV then I took my phone, hope that I found a peace I ain’t surprised,

all I find is another decrease

Scrolling picture of phonies

The fake rich flex

The fake respects

They’d fuck you up

You don’t even need sex

Social media effects

Stabbing homie in the back

Bug me like an insect

But still we don’t act

Oh!

Add that to the list, add that to the count

At whom I got pissed (aye, o!), at those kind of cunt (aye, o!),

at those kind of cunt

Add that to the list, add that to the count

At whom I got pissed (aye, o!), at those kind of cunt (aye, o!)

Get the homies and sing! (Get the homies and sing!)

God bless all the dying breed (God bless)

I pray for the dying breed (I pray)

I’d kill for my fucking creed (I'd kill)

I’d die if it ever needed (I'd die)

God bless all the dying breed (God bless)

I pray for the dying breed (I pray)

I’d kill for my fucking creed (I'd kill)

I’d die if it ever needed

Let’s take it to the music, let’s take it to the basic

Hip hop’s a trend, so they pretend

They think it’s all about the brand, they wanna blend (they wanna blend)

I talk they got offended, and now they got defensive

They know we know they fake it, but still they lie, impressive

And would y’all let a boy ask a question?

What happened to the music and the passion?

H2O asked this generation

Panji be cookin' in the studio (cook), compose that shit baby hear my audio

Boomin' boomin' through the stereo (stereo), that shit rising a crescendo

We write, we learn, we true from head to toe

We real, we pay respect too those who know

An homage to BAP, to Laze to Joe

Reciting the truth with rhyme and flow

A mixture of jazz and street poetry

A blend of the soul and speech of the free

A question to ask of what will I be?

Without the music it done posessed me

Oh!

Add that to the list, add that to the count

At whom I got pissed (aye, o!), at those kind of cunt (aye, o!),

at those kind of cunt

Add that to the list, add that to the count

At whom I got pissed (aye, o!), at those kind of cunt (aye, o!)

Get the homies and sing!

La la la la laaa