Текст песни Ten Jesus Pieces (Rick Ross) с переводом

God forgives, He’s so honorable

But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself

You will not have that luxury

I wake up excited, I made it through the night

Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?

My nurse should be a wreck, I got a bad chick

She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs

I think I’m a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature

I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer

Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas

Ten chains, no luggage, I’m a big timer

Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding

My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing

On the block in my all white sneakers

Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces

Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong

My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem

Count mills for the times that we had it hard

Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God

I do this for my niggas facing hard times

Empty on them corners if you hustling part time

Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, coming from the far side

Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid

Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches

Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down

Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)

Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)

Shopping for them Os when the mall close

Repping for your homies when they all gone

Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)

All black tees, ten gold chains

At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game

Ten years strong in the same trap

Ten years blowing on that strong path

Lord knows that I wanna live right

But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)

Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand

Lord what he got it rolled up in a rubber band

Holding on the forty in his other hand

Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland

I do this for my niggas facing hard times

Empty on them corners if you hustling part time

Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, coming from the far side

Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid

Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches

Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

I’m his poltergeist, niggas know I’m more than nice

All these jewels on, all boys are nice

I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster

Black card maxed out, damn black brother

White collar, black market

Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket

Eight shot, bitch I’m a top shotta

Screaming your affiliations, but that don’t matter

I’m flyin' first class as the snakes slither

Never blackmail a motherfucking killer

On trial and they wanna execute me

It’s really sad, just the fact they never knew me

True G to the core, feel my texture

A true G keeps it raw in his lecture

Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers

Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces

I do this for my niggas facing hard times

Empty on them corners if you hustling part time

Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, coming from the far side

Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid

Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches

Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest

Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean

Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean

Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best

And I was so impressed that I went and got ten

Now I’m stunting on these niggas cause I couldn’t back in

Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum

And I wear them all at once, I ain’t trying to match them

I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner

Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda

Now my strength is up and I’m dangling chains off my shoulders

But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed

For the reason that I rhyme

And they say, cause I’m Muslim I shouldn’t think about the shine

Or even put it in a rhyme

It’s better things I could talk about or put my money towards

But for now, I’ma wear these ten chains and floss

I do this for my niggas facing hard times

Empty on them corners if you hustling part time

Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, coming from the far side

Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid

Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches

Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

We untouchable…

Mi historia es complicada, pero al fin del día valió la pena, porque ahora

estoy trabajando con el jefe.

My history is complicated, but at the end of the day, it was worth it,

because now I’m working with the boss

Yo viví en Colombia y viví muchas cosas, me entiende?

I lived in Colombia and I lived a lot of things, you understand me?

Vi muertes… vi muertes… vi cuerpos en las calles, sangrando después del colegio,

con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle.

I saw deaths… I saw deaths… I saw bodies in the streets, bleeding after school,

with 12, 13 years seeing these things in the streets

Y siempre quería venir para aquí otra vez, y me vine, y trabaje porque tenia

otra mentalidad. Y cuando llegue acá entendí mi propósito: hacer dinero,

ser rico para siempre.

And I always wanted to come back here, and I came, and I worked because I had

another mentality. And when I arrived here I understood my purpose:

make money and be rich forever.

Dios perdona, yo no.

God forgives, I don’t.