Текст песни Hard to Get (Dan Wolff) с переводом

Westwood Freestyle

Jme

Don’t @ me

If you’re gonna chat shit, don’t @ me

Fall back a lickle bit, don’t @ me

I am not having it, don’t @ me

You will get blocked quick, don’t @ me

With your default pic, don’t @ me

Delete all that shit, don’t @ me

I have to tell these pricks «don't @ me»

I’ve got bars straight up like Dapz

Trust me, not in a riddle

Spit so much you might see a little dribble

Bars that I spat when I was little

Went over your head like piggy in the middle

I was on sets with Napa and shizzle

Still no label ain’t got my scribble

If you chat shit, straight dismissal

I will leave it like Lethal the Bizzle

Leave it like peri peri drizzle

Leave it like fans that are fickle

Leave it simple, ay fam are you deaf

Like that black figure with the sickle?

Pap pap pap, yeah, hit em with the triple

Until you hear that tinnitus whistle

Make a jaw swing like you’re on-

Actually, I said fam

Man’s sitting in the exact

Same seat that I sat in when I said «shut ya mout»

In '06, when I touch mic

They’re like «oh shit», roar

Can’t make Ps if you spit so poor

Like bare dead MCs back in '04

Where are they now? Ask Terminator

«They're not around no more»

Man’s up in this

I’mma keep spitting bars until I get a stitch

Keep spitting bars till I get the respect

I deserve like Balotelli on the pitch

Nobody in here you could move to

I don’t notice anything unusual

Two of their man dem got beef

Like I’m driving a manual downhill, I’m neutral

Yeah, Jme’s up in this gaff

I’mma keep spitting bars till I get a grey tache

Thought they were running this ting but I’m right behind

And I will Ketchum like Ash

Lickle man ting like Fisher Price skates

Your whole crew needs a nappy change

Violate one of my guys and try chat to me

Nah, it’s not happy days

But it works here, that’s easy to see

That’s cause I’m just me being me

I literally don’t have to do anything

To maintain my heat on the street

Make tunes and I’m lucky for the Ps

If I spit, unhealthy for the scene

Merchandise is back, snapback black

Quality, see what I mean?

Inside silk got the feel of my sheets

With BBK underneath

(This is a exclusive hat, this is different to the «Serious underneath»,

you know what I’m saying? Mentally, yeah!)

(I've got new tees with no vowels like Drake)

(You will understand that soon. You’ll understand both meanings of that soon,

you get me?)

I’ve got new tees with no vowels like Drake

Man are gassed when they see me, I’m like «mate»

I understand my face is bait

Drive too close behind me, I might brake

Man wanna take pictures of my face

Man wanna take pictures of my plate

Man wanna take pictures so bad

I press the brake and get a whiplash claim

Bad boy crep, German whip

Not white Vans, or white vans

When boydem try ask for my name

I say old-school Meridian man

Guys better show respect if they see man pulling up in a TT (trust!)

Guys better show respect if they see man filling up in BP (trust!)

£20 of diesel mate, if I fill up my tank it’ll make me late

I ain’t gonna lie, I see you man on foot on the high road moving bait

Man’s just try’na stack paper, don’t watch what man’s earning

Man paid over 30 bags sterling, German whip but I ain’t in Berlin, Berlin

Said I was serious

Then «Serious» hit the jackpot

People ask what music I make

Turn the volume up cause that’s what

I don’t wear no bait designer brands

I spit deep bars in my black top

You’ll never see me smoking a cigarette

Cause cigarette smoker, that’s not me

Nah, that’s not me

Nah, that’s not

When I’m on a mic in the rave

I’ve got the whole crowd bubbling like a crack pot

See me and Tim on radio

With a nostalgic backdrop

You will never see me when I don’t make music

Cause silent, nah, that’s not me

Nah, that’s not me

Act like a wasteman, that’s not me

Any guy, nah, that’s not me

Any guy, nah, that’s not me

True, I used to look like you but

I said true, I used to look like you but

(Do I even know my «Rari WorkOut» verse? What is it? What’s my «Rari WorkOut»

verse? So many features!)

So many features, so many slaps

There’s no way that I can be poor

Hand is dripping with blood

It’s red raw, it’s your own fault cause

Your face would’ve been half blessed

If you would’ve stopped looking down at your own chest

Your face would’ve been half blessed

If you would’ve stopped looking down at your own chest

Boy Better Know! Serious

Yep

50/50 like Will

Then kick back, have a drink and rest up

'tain

Man’s backing jollof and plantain

You man are eating rice and ketchup, dead

Safe, screw up your face

Work up a sweat fam, pick up the pace

Bruv, you’re not serious, you go to the gym

Tweet pictures and then buss case

You do it for the Vine, do it for the 'Gram

I do it for my health, I do it for my fam

I do it in case anybody try run up to man

They’ll get well, well, well…

You’ll get a punch in the nose like BLAM!

You’ll get a big nose bleed like BLAM!

You’ll get a trip on the floor like BLAM!

Drag your face 'cross the curb like BLAM!

Now I fling you in the road like BLAM!

You’ll get an elbow drop like

Well well well…

(Come on, trust me. J-M-E. What do I get dark like? I get black like…)

I get black like Hollister

I’m the stereotype abolisher

For the past five years I’ve been making bare paper

Call me the deforester

Yeah, I slide down the banister

Cause I’m gassed like a butane canister

You can’t stand the heat?

Get the fuck out the kitchen, hasta la vista

Yeah, keep the bassline rolling

Straight gutter like I’m shit at bowling