Текст песни Real Late Hot 97 Freestyle (Flatbush Zombies) с переводом

Bad bitches and Hennessy

Bad bitches and hella weed

Top flight

Smoking all night

Thinking to myself what a motherfucking life

Drugs, hugs, daps, love, slugs, murder, blood-clots

Morbid, homicidal gore shit

Feeling kinda nauseous

Leave you dripping like a faucet or

Bloody abortion Abu Ghraib

Hood on the face

Spray at your waist

What a waste

Shitty, feces, like my fuckin?

Yeah my bitch bad stretch that coochi like a slinky

Coogi or the fur, serve rims like d’oeuvres

Finger itchin

Steady trippin in the kitchen

Psychedelic mushrooms

I’m on another mission

Miss me with that bitchin'

No pot to piss in

And they say we ain’t hip-hop

Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac

Get your shit rocked

Smoke you like my pipe do

Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)

If greatness was a woman this would be the song I’d give her

Ever since a seed I promoted myself

Me and my niggas

The difference between anonymous and the violence we bring

Only deter the minor acknowledge us all as kings

I fight with my own discretion

Only if he pull that weapon

I fought for my own perception

Godly in all forms

You see me, you see me wrong

You see Cesar Millan my dog

My nigga, the realest, the raw

The river the pain deliver the rain for you

Tat on my arm

Not in the literal sense but nigga my word is bond

Choice is to be that man once his steak is on the plate

Deliver it all?

Uh

Underdog from the terror of God

Pick apart the elements and put together my song

My heart is heavy kid I never thought id ever belong

But I was wrong, Architect is everything that you on

Money can’t buy happiness? Dummy it is happiness

Trap house, got work in them kitchen cabinets

Weed in them tablets, codeine and aspirin

Basking in the ambiance while I’m on the Ambien

Klonopins, gold mouth Meechy, million dollar grin

Mescaline, psychedelic, felon with the sentencing

For beating up the beat, and his tongue be his weaponry

Good brain’ll blow a nigga’s brain, J.F. Kennedy

Mind frame on the damn back seat of his Bentley

I’m hard to tame, that’s why I’m in leopard print everything

You ain’t 'bout that life, so it’s best you never try, dog

I ain’t scared of death, that’s cause I already died, dog

Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dog

Freaky bitch with me, man — she’ll probably lick my eyeballs

Man she’ll probably lick my eyeballs, man she’ll probably lick my eyeballs

I’m real silly with it, real witty with it

Grab the titty watch it wiky wiky

Got my spliffy, I been a Benz punamy

Your pussy ?, it’s on to the next

Live from the underground, peep the sound

Wild motherfucker, golden smile

Tryna stay level headed, hold shit down

Walk around, no crown, champion bound

Flatbush raised me, the drug game paid me

Yo bitch I’m blazin and smoking in the same speak

Buss up in her mouth piece, nigga there, no seeds

Beast Coast, we been here, permanent ink flow

Got the choppers, pop yo partners, fill em up like empanadas

Young man, any given day could be yo last

Elevate yo mind, intertwine visions from the sky

Zombies never die, we multiply

Told you, multiply

Told her don’t be shy, multiply light the chronic

Shawty left my fingers sticky like the onyx

I am automatic, trigger happy, I am nigga

Nappy, nigga savvy so you rappers don’t harass me

I would rather you just pass me by

Pharcyde, that-a-way, fuck what niggas gotta say?

I know I kept you waitin, articulatin my gamma ray

Brain storm, 8 arms, lead this generation

New school, I’m elevate on, help with nathon nigga

Fall like dominoes and somehow the best to kill

The truth nobody knows

Common as the abyss, is it truth is it myth?

You got a fetish for humor? I fuck around with yo bitch

Telekinetic powers if the world was ours

I would seek the honest, I am off the island

All I see is money multiplying like a motherfucker

You’re a blood sucker, we known to hustle

Love to bust so uh

Why yo broad’s touchin the plain clothes don’t bother me no more

Got em all in the law, have you chit checking yo jaw

Nigga raw, I told you before we set it off

So of course is this confrontation then I’mma shrug it off

Uh, well I guess it’s my go

Aye, well I guess it’s our go

Every bar raise the bar, I perform holocaust

All aboard man, my cup done runnin forth

As I pour I make sure I give ya’ll that rugged roar

I mention them drugs and whores, they’d crucify me for sure

But a cross on my back will not detour me

From the road to the riches and the diamonds

For surely, young black gaudy

Due to nature we naughty, the mysterious, far from imperial

Perfection be the minimal, grab my crotch and commit my moonwalk in the holy

pyramids

LSD got my spider senses tinglin

Bomb ass weed got me higher than Corey light crashin in some buildings

Eyes low like Clint East when you’re filmin him

Coke and some rum, now she feelin me

Coke and she numb but she feelin it, big chief Meech

Smoking like a chimney, tab on my tongue deflecting negative energy

I think I figured out why they killed Pac, Big, and Kennedy

But I keep that on the down low like half of the industry

3 foreign chicks in my bed and they tend to me

Under the sheets it’s more legs than the centipede

And my penis the centerpiece

Fuck You mean bitch I been the beast

Beast, what’s beast?

One finger can sweep the streets

And this beast live in the east and you feast, opposite don’t leak

My flow is very unique, my hair is crazy as me

FU, NYC, we hold it down for you

That ain’t rhyme, Zombie

But I’m a rhymer, Zombie

That ain’t rhyme but I’m a rhymer

Fresh out the grave, bloody money, money great

Bong rips, 4 AM, feelin born again

Look at him, I look at I, as I drop 3 times

Two more drops on each eye, feellin like I can fly

No R Kells but I don’t mind, she’s 17, she get the pipe

I’m Marshall Mathers, I’m Randy Savage and I beat the coochi, call it gymnastics

My song tragic, my flow hazard

Them girls love the cocky like they love the molly

Kill em all kamikaze, C4 strapped to my body

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