10,000 Degrees - $uicideBoy$ - текст песни и перевод слов, слушать онлайн бесплатно

2018 язык: английский

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Песня 10,000 Degrees группы $uicideBoy$ из альбома I Want To Die In New Orleans была записана в 2018 году лейблом G*59, 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.

исполнитель:

$uicideBoy$

альбом:

I Want To Die In New Orleans

лейбл:

G*59

жанр:

Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill (Aye, aye)

(Ruby, you got it?)

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Straight out of hell, ring the bells

Plague is here to stay

Roaches and locusts, they cover me knowing they hover me

Follow me in your grave

Ain't got no Patek, because I'll be here 'til the end of fucking times

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

And still you're wondering, "who am I?"

I am the devil's son, born and raised

Preaching $uicide

Googly eyes, tell me more, okay

Praise the fuckin' devil, God can suck my dick

I scorch the plains

Making mountains crumble, glaciers melting, oceans swelling

I'm lord of the plagues

Load up my big–

Wait a fucking minute—I got more to say

Threatenin' swordplay

Still the same name, 'cause the chip on my sword's blade

Lil Plague make a forté, stick it with the gourmet

Hot and

For war, we pray

Fate is cold, and no way hanging from the door frame, with swords that say

For war, we pray

7th Ward, the grave

For war, we pray

7th Ward, the grave

For war, we pray

7th Ward, the grave

For war, we pray

Death is inevitable

The fucking $carecrow walking on his tip-toes

While your blood stay, we'll flow

You know, mister typical

Hearing the fucking voices through my window

(Begging to be dead)

But no worries

Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade and a knife

Made that rise for the Yung Christ, never even died

My father just forsaken, I

I'm still $uicide until I die

It's an eye for an eye

Speaking of eye, I– (someone help me out)

See the reaper having a busy season

Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin'

It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers

The father of evil

Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people

Xanax eatin'

Close to lethal

Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles

So I grew up a fuck up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)

Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Grew up a fuck up

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

Load a nine up (fuck all this shit)

If you bustas slippin'

My time's up, fuck

It's this .50 finna—