Текст песни Flip A Bird (Slaughterhouse) с переводом

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

In the kitchen (let's go)

Said I’m here for money making, I’ve done lost 'bout all my patience

Beat almost all my cases, thought I’d covered up all my bases

Bitches try to play you till somehow, some way you figure it out

You fuck with Jay Z’s bitch from back in the day you might end up with

reasonable doubt

You fuck with grimy bitches standing over you taking pictures

While you sleeping, 'cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome

That will give you a reason, to trust no bitch, quit rappin'

And just go get it crackin' (in the kitchen) 'Bout to push that

White instead of that music, seems like simpler profit, 'cause nigga’s gossipin'

Like they WorldStar, M.T.O, Bossip, until I find you and empty your pockets

If 5'9″ stop rhyming, I’m driving on I-95

Or I am (in the kitchen) I will cop a key and put it

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

In the kitchen

Can’t tell y’all

If I did drugs or if they did me, nah, we was just doin' each other

We were side by side like e’ryday, didn’t care if we ruined each other

Back then it was so real, fully automatic, it was overkill

I was on weed, I was on dust, might’a tried coke when I was on pills

My pockets had rabbit ears, my mind gone, wasn’t on bills

Whole fam’ly disappointed in me, can’t imagine how that made my mom feel

Her one’s missin', guns hidden, sorry Momma, your son’s trippin'

Got baggies scattered (in the kitchen)

Plus, plus you and Dad was' on the same road, y’all just left, made it right

If I ain’t learn I’d do the same, pour some liquor, say goodnight

Now I’m on this music shit, tryna get this paper right

If not I’ll be back (in the kitchen)

Let me get it now

On Twitter, they murder my mentions, 'cause they heard

I was served by a circle of henchmen, layin' in a dirty ditch, that bullshit is

further than fiction

They personal mission’s worse than snitchin', to any person that listen

Now I wanna kill a hater, a middle finger by the 'fridgerator, flip a bird in

the kitchen

'Cause DJ Vlad, he was glad bullets went into me

Just to get traffic for his site, should’a did him like MMG (faggot)

But instead I called up Sway and we cleared that up on MTV

And now I’m back (in the kitchen), but should I be?

'Cause I heard that Slaughterhouse is about to cop that Shady deal

I’m out here chasin' that paper still, push kush, coke and crazy pills

Me being shot online didn’t stop my grind, nigga, I don’t mind

And if I don’t rhyme (I'm in the kitchen), I will cop a key and put it

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

In the kitchen

Just when a nigga thought it couldn’t get worse

The hearse reversed; scooped my cuz up after grandma left Earth

That recent shit, I was a young and bummy piece of shit, cursed

No decent kicks cause mom kept enough of that snow to ski in her purse

No father, Jux passed me my first gun, revolver

With the serial carved up, Real showed me my first jump, I’m a barber

Shaving the crack, after weighing the crack

An then placing the crack in 12 12's

I ain’t play with the crack, I was making up stacks

All day I just sat (in the kitchen), bringing it back

Now I’m tryna do my thing with this rap

Hope this works, trying to flip words so my homies

Ain’t gotta flip birds On the curb

Then black on a yellow belly coward homie feel like Pittsburgh

Lord I thank you, for making me able to find my way through

If not I be back at my momma’s table (in the kitchen)

In the kitchen (putting work)

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird

In the kitchen