Текст песни Villuminati (J. Cole) с переводом

I’m a born sinner

But I die better than that, I swear

It’s way darker this time

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Sometimes I brag like Hov, now I’m in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight

Cole, time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade

Sometimes I brag like Hov, sometimes I’m real like Pac

Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got

Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got

This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot

You niggas famous on the internet, I’m real life hot, homie

Get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up

My verbal AK slay faggots

And I don’t mean no disrespect whenever I say faggot, okay, faggot?

Uh, don’t be so sensitive

If you want to get fucked in the ass that’s between you and whoever else’s dick

it is

Pause, maybe that line was too far

Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are

And who can blame ya? Boy Meets World, I’m tryna find a new Topanga

And bang her out, no hanging out

My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out

And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute, that’s strange

Sip a bit of champagne, say fuck it

If the hoes like it I love it, nigga, nigga, nigga

Used to watch Rap City, Big Tigga, Tigga

Rap nerd, even copped Rah Diggah, Diggah

Pac had a nigga saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie

I was only like 11 so forgive me

A decade later I’d be all up in the city

Tryna get Hov to fuck with me

With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand

When he said he didn’t want it it was fuck him again

One day, he gon' regret playing me

Little did I know in a year he’d be fucking paying me, what could you say to me?

Beat the odds like Vegas, I used to rap about haters

Before niggas was hating me, now they hate to see

A young black man with a college degree

Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Got the game back, and I ain’t ever letting go

I’m the prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli

You niggas couldn’t blow with C4 strapped to your belly

I snuck up out the parts where niggas be living heartless

And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli

And so I’m wondering really what could you actually tell me

I’m tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully

So, back with this pen to give back for my sins

Took a black president to tell the Japanese sorry

But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas sorry

Never seen his pops 'cause he’s sorry

Fucked up education, would ask for reparations

But I’m probably just gon' go and buy Ferraris, vroom

Please forgive him

According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him

But the Devil run the T.V. so the demons in 'em

I’m in trouble

Did a deal with the Devil, now I’m pleading with him

Like give me my soul

My nigga, I ain’t ever letting you go again

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

Please give me my soul

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

Please give me my soul

I ain’t ever letting go

But the Devil don’t play fair

I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati

Fuck everybody

I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati

Fuck everybody

I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati

Fuck everybody

I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati

These next three bars is dedicated to the retards

Keep on asking me about the Illuminati;

Is you stupid, nigga? Young black millionaire

Old white billionaires, I’m sure that they can do without me

And I ain’t really into sacrificing human bodies

Couple more A’s I would’ve been a summa cuma laude

Beyoncé told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti

That shit is more than what I’m worth, I think she knew it probably

Well this is awkward, awkward

Want to know what else is really awkward, awkward

When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with

I’m praying I don’t see 'em at the Oscars, Oscars

Hey J. Cole, this way, hey

Oh, hey, what’s up? What’s goin' on with you? Okay

Big smile, man, big smile, let me see that crooked smile

J. Cole, J. Cole, this way, look this way

Oh friend hug, friend hug, just keep it friendly

We friends, friends

Re-adjustin' my target audience, 'cause it’s obvious

I’ve gone astray, losing my way like Timberlake

Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds

What’s playing in my mind, just the sound of my whole career

Crash and burning, the thing that I mostly fear

Was on track for the first two years until I let the Devil steer

Now what have we here? Mask my tears, but I

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

I ain’t ever letting go

I ain’t ever letting you go again

Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole

My nigga

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole

My nigga

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Sometimes I brag like Hov

Born sinner