I got b tches a2m перевод
I got b tches a2m перевод
Текст песни Drake – Way 2 Sexy (ft. Young Thug, Future)
I’m too s*xy for my shirt
Too s*xy for my shirt
So s*xy, it hurts
I’m too s*xy for Milan
Too s*xy for Milan
New York or Japan
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I’m too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for your girl
Too s*xy for this world
Too s*xy for this ice
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I’m too s*xy for this chain
Too s*xy for your gang
Too s*xy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I’m too s*xy for the trap
Too s*xy for that cap
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
Okay, alright, that’s fine, okay (Okay)
I’m feelin’ too s*xy to accept requests (Way too s*xy)
And I’m way too s*xy to go unprotected (Way too s*xy)
And she popped a Tesla, now she goin’ electric
Okay, alright, that’s fine, okay
Think we got too s*xy for that metro housin’ (Way too s*xy)
Diamond popped out, almost swallowed sixty thousand (Sixty piece)
Section need more tings in here, I like it crowded, ayy (Woah, woah)
Yeah, I like it crowded
Oh, you like the boy? Well, tell me what you like about him
You a turnt up little th*tty, ain’t no wife about it
I’ma f*ck her friends and send her back to Metro housin’
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I’m too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for your girl
Too s*xy for this world
Too s*xy for this ice
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I’m too s*xy for this chain
Too s*xy for your gang
Too s*xy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I’m too s*xy for the trap
Too s*xy for that cap
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I pop out, get ghost on a b*tch, she don’t know where I went (Where I go?)
Pray for all my dogs, all my n****s behind the fence (Prayer)
Drippin’ in it, I be spillin’ in it, new designer gear bicoastal
Pay attention to the detail, goin’ two-tone on a choker
Young n****s always ready to murk somethin’, call them some smokers
Young n***a havin’ motion, he gon’ make sure the car get—
Did a 360 windmill when I left the scene
That’s that action, her best work on her knees
Too s*xy for this cash
Too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for these pills, I’m too s*xy for this
I get cash wherever I fly, got b*tches sexin’ on me
Money, cars, and all this jewelry make a b*tch look s*xy
I get cash wherever I fly, got b*tches sexin’ on me
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
I’m too s*xy for this syrup
Too s*xy for your girl
Too s*xy for this world
Too s*xy for this ice
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
I’m too s*xy for this chain
Too s*xy for your gang
Too s*xy for this fame, yeah, yeah
I’m too s*xy for the trap
Too s*xy for that cap
Too s*xy for that jack, yeah, yeah
Too s*xy to count (Ah), fetty (Oh)
My neck baguetty (Hoo)
Red diamonds, spaghetti (Oh)
This paper, I shred it (Yeah)
I swindled, no sweatin’
I saw you (B*tch), beggin’ (Ho)
Godd*mn, you petty (Ha)
I ain’t done spending (Yeah)
No penny pinch, I spend it (Spend)
Bags in and out (Let’s get bags)
My man ain’t gon’ steal it (On God)
Hundred bags for her (Hundred bags)
Make these young h*es wish they was rich (Woo)
All-green gators, they look like a switch
Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks (‘Mani)
I’m too s*xy (Yeah)
My neck (Yeah), baguetties
Molest me (Woah), caress me (Woah)
I’ll let you (Ah), todayski (Ski)
I been kickin’ sh*t (Woah, woah), might need a prosthetic (Yeah)
I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy (Woo)
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Got bitches
Yeah
Where can I get em?
Right ova here my nigga
Mad bars no edit no redirect
Just hot shit niggaz never spit
Apply for brain stream, you don’t need credit
Got bitches
Yeah
Where can I get em?
Right ova here my nigga
Mad bars no edit no redirect
Just hot shit niggaz never spit
Apply for brain stream, you don’t need credit
[Canibus]
Hot lyrics loop the beat and rock wit it
Go head slam the door in my face ill lock smith it
My box cutter blades rip it
Toxemic the loop is out for lyrics when we out for fire spit it
Put a high speed on the electrons limit light like quick googol bowlers
Hitting the wicked get jig
Fix my aperients take you to Paris
Cook diner on a taros for you and your parents
First impression what they think of me
Don’t they like legume
Won’t let you commit to me
Tell them that you’re live with me
Tell them I dig you out diligently
And you thinking about giving up anything just to have twins with me
Turbo 911 98 degree weather engines wined as I push the leather
Pin you to the leather I can prove I can love in 3 seconds
So let me pull over and check your P.S.I presser
Got bitches
Yeah
Where can I get em?
Right ova here my nigga
Mad bars no edit no redirect
Just hot shit niggaz never spit
Apply for brain stream, you don’t need credit
Got bitches
Yeah
Where can I get em?
Right ova here my nigga
Mad bars no edit no redirect
Just hot shit niggaz never spit
Apply for brain stream, you don’t need credit
Got bitches
Yeah
Where can I get em?
Right ova here my nigga
Mad bars no edit no redirect
Just hot shit niggaz never spit
Apply for brain stream, you don’t need credit
Got bitches
Yeah
Where can I get em?
Right ova here my nigga
Mad bars no edit no redirect
Just hot shit niggaz never spit
Apply for brain stream, you don’t need credit
[Canibus]
She wanna make it in her mouth
With the ta ta busting out show her what’s love about
Spend the budget and bounds
No one would know she is going down south it don’t count
Cause I never met a striper that respected her spouse
Beat her ass as soon as she steps in the house
What she a spec
She kissing him with D.N.A we left in her mouth
She blaming it on the drugs and the vine
Club seen is obscene I told you umpteen times
You want to be an actress
Why you proud of her haven’t shit change but the dick sliding in and out of her
Ain’t nobody looking out for her
The appointment with the casting coach counselor is really just about a nut
Aint no photographer taking no snap shots of her
With no car board cut out camera for 20 dollars
Why that bitch telling you she got the part
She got spit starch on somebody’s boxer shirts you heard
Got bitches
Yeah
Where can I get em?
Right ova here my nigga
Mad bars no edit no redirect
Just hot shit niggaz never spit
Apply for brain stream, you don’t need credit
Got bitches
Yeah
Where can I get em?
Right ova here my nigga
Mad bars no edit no redirect
Just hot shit niggaz never spit
Apply for brain stream, you don’t need credit
Текст песни Cardi B – Up
Up, up, up (Ayy), up (Uh), up, look (This is fire)
Once upon a time, man, I heard that I was ugly
Came from a b*tch who n***a wanna f*ck on me
I said my face bomb, a*s tight
Racks stack up Shaq height
Jewelry on me, flashlight
I been lit since last night
Hit him with that good good
Make a n***a act right
Broke boys don’t deserve no p*ssy
(I know that’s right)
Big bag bussin’ out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these b*tches f*cked
It’s big bags bussin’ out the Bentley Bentayga, man
Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you b*tches f*cked (Woo)
If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck
If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck, huh (Ayy)
Up, then it’s up, if it’s up, then it’s stuck (Huh)
If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck, huh (Woo)
I could make the party hot, I could make your body rock
B*tches say they f*ckin’ with me, chances are they probably not
If I had a d*ck, you’d probably lick it like a lollipop
H*es speakin’ cap-enese, hit ’em with karate chop
I’m forever poppin’ sh*t, pullin’ up and droppin’ sh*t
Gotta argue with him ’cause a n***a love a toxic b*tch
N****s out here playin’, gotta make ’em understand
If ain’t no ring on my finger, you ain’t goin’ on my ‘Gram
I said my face bomb, a*s tight
Racks stack up Shaq height (Yeah)
Jewelry on me, flashlight (Huh)
I been lit since last night (Woo)
Hit him with that good good
Make a n***a act right (Ah)
Broke boys don’t deserve no p*ssy
(I know that’s right)
Big bag bussin’ out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these b*tches f*cked (Woo)
It’s big bags bussin’ out the Bentley Bentayga, man
Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you b*tches f*cked
If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck
If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck, huh (Ayy)
Up, then it’s up, if it’s up, then it’s stuck
If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck, huh (Ayy)
B*tches ain’t f*ckin’ with me now and I can see why
Dirty-a*s, dusty-a*s b*tch, you got pink eye
B*tches want smoke until I bring it to they doorstep
Tell that b*tch back back, breath smell like horse s*x (Ha)
Put it on him now, he will never be the same (He won’t)
Tatted on my a*s ’cause I really like the pain (Ah)
He nutted on my b*tt, I said, «I’m glad that you came»
If that n***a had a twin, I would let ’em run a train (Skrrt)
Big bag bussin’ out the Bentley Bentayga
Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these b*tches f*cked (Woo)
It’s big bags bussin’ out the Bentley Bentayga, man
Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you b*tches f*cked (Ooh)
If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck
If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck, huh (Woo)
Up, then it’s up, if it’s up, then it’s stuck (Woo)
If it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s up, then it’s stuck, huh
Look, gotta play it safe, huh
No face, no case
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Текст песни Cardi B – Bodak Yellow
[Cardi B]
KSR
It’s Cardi, ayy
Said, «I’m the sh*t, they can’t f*ck with me if they wanted to»
[Cardi B]
Said, «Lil b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me if you wanted to»
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is blo*dy shoes
Hit the store, I can get ’em both, I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a n***a off, so don’t get comfortable, look
I don’t dance now, I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance, I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t f*ck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker, b*tch, I make blo*dy moves
[Cardi B]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who? Let’s find out and see
Cardi B, you know where I’m at, you know where I be
You in the club just to party, I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much, I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a f*ck ’bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months, what b*tch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these h*es, don’t let these h*es bother me
They see pictures, they say, «Goals,» b*tch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE, I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe, my p*ssy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face, I’m like, «Okay»
I’ll let him get what he want, he buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip, when I go fast as a horse, I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street, know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth, hope you h*es know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills, I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these h*es be mad at me, their baby father run a bill
[Cardi B]
Said, «Lil b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me if you wanted to»
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is blo*dy shoes
Hit the store, I can get ’em both, I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a n***a off, so don’t get comfortable, look
I don’t dance now, I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance, I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t f*ck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker, b*tch, I make blo*dy moves
[Cardi B]
If you a p*ssy, you get popped, you a goofy, you a opp
Don’t you come around my way, you can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts, turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip, I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go, this sh*t is hot like a stove
My p*ssy glitter as gold, tell that lil b*tch play her role
I just arrove in a Rolls, I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank, no, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these h*es know that none of their n****s is safe
I go to dinner and steak, only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s, now it’s a crib with a gate
Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes
Had to let these b*tches know, just in case these h*es forgot
I just run and check the mail, another check from Mona Scott
[Cardi B]
Said, «Lil b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me if you wanted to»
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is blo*dy shoes
Hit the store, I can get ’em both, I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a n***a off, so don’t get comfortable, look
I don’t dance now, I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance, I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t f*ck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker, b*tch, I make blo*dy moves
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Текст песни Juicy J – Got Em Like (ft. Wiz Khalifa & Lil Peep)
(Wiz Khalifa):
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch, yeah
I just smoked a whole d*mn zip
I just took a sip, yeah
I came with my whole d*mn clique
(Wiz Khalifa):
This gonna be a wild night
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night (wild, wild night)
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night (wild, wild night)
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
(Wiz Khalifa):
This gonna be a wild night
Riding in my car, blowing smoke
Want some heat, that’s what it sound like
Bouncing because I’m in my low-low
She can be my girl, she can be my girlfriend
I just want the world, I could rule the world, man
Everything I want is mine
Ask if I’m okay, and I say I’m mighty fine
(Wiz Khalifa):
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch, yeah
I just smoked a whole d*mn zip
I just took a sip, yeah
I came with my whole d*mn clique
(Wiz Khalifa):
This gonna be a wild night
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night (wild, wild night)
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night (wild, wild night)
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
(Juicy J):
Sh*t get wild, I smoke loud
Your sh*t mild, that ain’t my style
Your b*tch wanna have my child
Ain’t that against your wedding vow?
Shawty wanna lick my crown
I’m a king, take a bow
Juicy J don’t f*ck around
Brand new Rollie, bust it down
All this smoke, that’s a pound
Call my car the smoker’s lounge
Copy now, got too much sauce
You’ll f*ck around and drown
And all these n****s biting off the Three Six sound
But you b*tches know the difference
Y’all a bunch of clowns
You a worker, I’m a boss
That sh*t fake, knock it off
I just left with all these b*tches
Need some help to f*ck ’em all
Drink on ice, wrist on frost
She was like, «What’s the cost?»
All night she top me off
I gave her pipe, no exhaust
(Wiz Khalifa):
This gonna be a wild night
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night (wild, wild night)
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night (wild, wild night)
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
(Lil Peep):
Woke up, f*cked up
Thought it was a dream (thought it was a dream)
GothBoi pulled up, Hummer limousine (Hummer limousine)
Life f*cked up, Lil Peep popping beans (popping beans)
Life f*cked up, dropping candy in my lean (candy in my lean)
GothBoiClique in the club, in the back (in the back)
Shawty in all black, and you know I like that (like that)
Ten toes down, I got Louis on my bag (Louis on my bag)
Pull up on your b*tch in the GothBoi Jag (GothBoi Jag)
I just f*cked a goth b*tch, yeah
Shawty sucked my whole d*mn clique (ooh)
You be on some opp sh*t, d*mn (yeah)
You can s*ck my GothBoi d*ck, ayy
(Wiz Khalifa):
This gonna be a wild night
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night (wild, wild night)
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
This gonna be a wild night (wild, wild night)
This gonna be a wild night, got them like
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В исполнении: Night Lovell.
Ayy
Hope you know I’m tryna see it to the back
Yeah, ayy, uh
Six figures for the whip
Hahaha
No chance you catch
me down bad (No chance)
P90, aim straight for your head (No way)
Callin’ up my bitch, yeah, she know she at the top of the list (Uh)
Then she pulled up with her friends, so I (Uh, ayy)
Tell her throw it back, then I blow a bag
Drop it down low, let ’em know it’s like that
Feel like I’m hexed, yeah, that bitch bad
Collar on her neck and her ass real fat
Tell her throw it back, then I blow a bag
Drop it down low, let ’em know it’s like that
Feel like I’m hexed, yеah, that bitch bad
Collar on her neck and her ass rеal fat, yeah
She keep on sayin’
that she never had a nigga like this (Nigga like this)
Let’s shake it up,
still the realest nigga in the mix
(Swear to God)
Why they always actin’
like a nigga ain’t shit? (I don’t know)
Told ’em «Sleep,» then we empty out the clip (Okay, uh, uh)
Six figures for the whip,
bitch, you ain’t gon’ tell me shit
She stuck to my body, I’m the dog, she the tick
I’m the god, pussy, this ain’t no motherfuckin’ façade
My niggas comfy at the top,
we ain’t never took a loss (Brr)
Demon girl Slan, chain, fangs, got an OnlyFans
Fuckin’ on a succubus, I feel like I’m Devilman
Bloody when I’m up in it, harness with a pentagram
How you get a plaque
while independent? It was in the plan
She’s fucked, yeah, same as my bitch (Uwu)
I’m CORPSE, got it tatted in my skin (CORPSE)
Autopilot whip, black matted with the tint
Got her suckin’ on my dick while we bump Trip 6
Tell her throw it back, then I blow a bag
Drop it down low, let ’em know it’s like that
Feel like I’m hexed, yeah, that bitch bad
Collar on her neck and her ass real fat
Tell her throw it back, then I blow a bag
Drop it down low, let ’em know it’s like that
Feel like I’m hexed, yeah, that bitch bad
Collar on her neck and her ass real fat, yeah
Эй
Надеюсь, ты знаешь, что я пытаюсь увидеть её сзади
Да, эй, а
Шестизначная сумма для тачки
Хахаха
Нет никаких шансов, что ты застанешь
меня в плохом настроении (Нет никаких шансов)
P90, целюсь прямо в голову (Ни в коем случае) 1
Звоню своей сучке, да, она знает, что она наверху списка (А)
Потом она подъехала со своими друзьями, так что я (А, эй)
Она продолжает говорить,
что у неё никогда не было такого ниггера (Такого ниггера)
Давай встряхнёмся,
всё ещё самый настоящий ниггер в этой компании
(Клянусь Богом)
Почему они всегда ведут себя так,
будто ниггер не дерьмо? (Я не знаю)
Сказал Им «Спите», потом мы опустошим обойму (Ладно, а, а, )
Шестизначная сумма для тачки,
сука, ты ни хрена мне не скажешь
Она прилипла к моему телу, я — собака, она — клещ
Я — Бог, киска, это не грёбаный фасад
Моим ниггерам удобно наверху,
мы никогда не терпели убытков (Брр)
Текст песни Jon Lajoie – Everyday Normal Guy 2
You want some more of this, b*tch?
Back in the heezy… We could do this all year long
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
I told you in the first song, I’ll tell you in another
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
I don’t have a girlfriend, my hand’s my only lover
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
One night a week my mom likes to cook me supper
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
And Michael Keaton was my favorite Batman
I was walking down the street just the other day
I saw these two fine b*tches, they were walking my way
«Yo, what you girls doing tonight? » is what I wanted to say
But suddenly I panicked, my voice started to shake
So I put my head down, and I just walked away
I had a bus to catch anyway, it worked out great
Got on the bus, put my headphones on, and pressed play
Sheryl Crow, James Blunt, and motherf*cking Ace of Bass
Yo, what can I say? It’s just a day in my life
I’m up early in the morning, in bed early at night
To be productive at work, I got to be well rested
Yeah, motherf*cker, you heard what I just said
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
I don’t like margarine, I much prefer the taste of butter
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
My favorite movies as a kid were Superman and Ghostbusters
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
I have a hard time opening my eyes underwater
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
And I’m not a huge Nicolas Cage fan
I’m from a lower-middle class family
Me and my brothers and sisters played hide-and-seek
I have good memories from my childhood, b*tch
My favorite toy was my f*cking firetruck, b*tch
I used to play with that motherf*cker all day long
Until I learned about s*x from the Sears catalog
And then I played with my motherf*cker all day long
About ten times a day, man, all year long
My favorite song, motherf*cker, I don’t like to admit it
Is a Celine Dion Song from the movie Titanic
(Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you)
Every time I hear that f*cking sh*t, a tear comes to my eye
Why the f*ck did Leonardo DiCaprio have to die
Yo, I’m not afraid to say admit that I’m a sensitive guy
Sticks and stones break my bones
But it’s the words that make me cry
Like that time in grade three
When a girl called me Stupid Face
She really hurt me… Why’d she call me Stupid Face?
Is my face stupid? How’s that even possible?
A person could be stupid, but a face, that’s impossible
Sh*t happens all the time, and you learn how to deal with it
Regular everyday normal f*cking bullsh*t
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
When I get into a fight, I usually leave on a stretcher
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
When I got nothing to say, I usually talk about the weather
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
I like the first Back to the Future, but the second one was better
(I’m just a regular everyday normal motherf*cker)
I like red peppers better than the green ones
Ooh-hoo, saving up my money to go buy a new dishwasher
Mine broke about six months ago… Motherf*cker
Go, go, go, go, go shorty
It’s your birthday
Go party like it’s your birthday
I wasn’t invited, but it’s okay
I’ll just stay at home, and play some video games
You want some of this, come and get it
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Текст песни Nicki Minaj – Black Barbies
[Nicki Minaj]
Mike Will Made It N***a
Sremm Life
Black Barbies in the city
Fat a*s and pretty t*tties
Get dummies for they money
You sent flowers but I wish I didn’t receive ’em
All your lies I wish I didn’t believe ’em
[Nicki Minaj]
That boy is a real p*ssy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin’ for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a sh*t about PETA
[Nicki Minaj]
Sativa so strong I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I’m a f*ckin’ black barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the ‘Rari
Always f*ck him like I’m sorry
Who the f*ck is gon’ protect her?
If I really gotta check her
Peter Piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker
[Nicki Minaj]
No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone
[Nicki Minaj]
I see these silly nigga’s flexin’, it’s a no zone
You gon’ be floatin’ in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin’ like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said «Oooh sh*t!»
Picked up my phone cause I had to call «Bullsh*t!»
These b*tches havin’ nightmares of my new sh*t
These b*tches p*ssy and they don’t ever do sh*t
Hahaha, get it? Douche it-. hahahahahahaha
Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I’m prayin’ all my foreigns don’t get deported
N****s love me so much they be sendin’ me gifts
And these clown n****s actin’, I’mma send ’em some skits
B*tches can’t rap for sh*t, I’mma send ’em some tips
All these b*tches is my sons, should be suckin’ my t*ts
[Nicki Minaj]
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)
[Nicki Minaj]
Now usually I don’t do this, I’m Popeye, she’s Brutus
Usually I’m a Christian but this peace is Buddhist
All of my n****s draw but none of them Cartoonists
Usually I’m the baddest, usually I’m the cutest
Usually I’m the flyest, usually you’re the stewardess
And we ain’t playin’ ball but usually its some shooters
Are these b*tches drunk? These b*tches ain’t lucid
Go against the queen your career will be elusive
Where your plaques at? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
B*tches a*s-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)
[Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
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Что означает фраза «I got this»?
«I got this» в основном означает «Я могу это сделать».
Это неформально, но американская культура в целом довольно неформальна. Я не разделяю точку зрения, что это искажение языка. Язык развивается и меняется, и эта фраза несет больше смысла, чем ее грамматически правильное происхождение: «I have this under control». Что может показаться слишком формальным в зависимости от ситуации.
«Я понял», как правило, передает более игривую уверенность, в зависимости от тона, но также может звучать отрицательно, если говорить дерзко.
Эта фраза также может показать силу тому, кто в ней нуждается. «Don’t worry about helping me moving that box of books. I got this!» (Имеется в виду: я могу нести его сам).
Подобным образом вы можете услышать: «I got your back». Это означает, что человек поддерживает вас, он на вашей стороне или готов помочь.
Также фраза используется при оплате чека. Если кто-то собирается заплатить за обед для всего стола, он может сказать: «I got this!», а затем перейти к оплате чека. Другой человек может ответить: «Ok, I’ll get the next one!»
В этом примере «I got this» ближе к «I will get this». Или «I’ve got this».
Текст песни StarBoi3 – Dick (ft. Doja Cat, Старбой3)
D*ck, d*ck
D*ck, d*ck
D*ck, d*ck
D*ck
She done made some plans with my d*ck, ayy
She goin’ ham on my d*ck, ayy
Sittin’ on, stand on my d*ck, ayy
She goin’ ham on my, she goin’ ham on my
She goin’ ham on my d*ck, ayy
She made some plans with my d*ck, ayy
Sittin’ on, stand on my d*ck, ayy
Using no hands on my d*ck, ayy
She made some plans on my d*ck tonight
She not with him tonight, she not with gem tonight
She in the gym tonight
Workout in that p*ssy (Ayy)
I’m gettin’ ripped tonight
R.I.P that p*ssy (Ayy)
I’m goin’ in tonight
She like to sit on the c*ck, ayy
She like to do it a lot, ayy
I make her scream for her mom, ayy
I make her scream for her pop, uh
And she got the ice, ice, baby
S*ck the c*ck
Got me like «I like it, like it»
Baby, please don’t stop, stop
Shawty gettin’ freaky, goin’ on a pickle
Shawty seen the icing and the chillin of the pinky
And I got that ice, ice, baby on my pinky
Shawty say she like, like ready ’cause she freaky
Make some plans with my d*ck
She goin’ ham on my d*ck
Sittin on, stand on my d*ck
She goin’ ham on my, she goin ham on my
She goin’ ham on my d*ck
Sittin on, stand on my d*ck
Using no hands on my d*ck
She goin’ ham on my, she goin ham on my
She goin’ ham on my d*ck tonight
She not with him tonight, she not with gem tonight
She in the gym tonight
Workout in that p*ssy (Ayy)
I’m gettin’ ripped tonight
R.I.P that p*ssy (Ayy)
I’m goin’ in tonight
She actin’ like an addict, uh
Thicker than Andy Richter
I met the boy in the six but
Measurements was in the 6, uh
I like the sight of the pickle
I just got ‘Morty & Rick’d, uh
He got me h*rny and ripped, uh
Like I just walked out the gym
And them b*tches just gotta cause I took they Jim
Give him a job and he gave me a rim
It was too long so he gave me a min’
How was that possible? Give me a Kim
I can’t describe it, just give me a pen
And why he in ya tummy but windin’ my wrist?
Turn him into a dummy cuz I got him stiff
And watch they think it’s funny till y’all get the d*ck
And turn a zombie and swallow your clit
She goin’ ham on my d*ck (D*ck)
Sittin on, stand on my d*ck (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She goin’ ham on my (Yeah), she goin’ ham on my
She goin’ ham on my d*ck (D*ck, yuh)
Sittin on, stand on my d*ck
Using no hands on my d*ck
She goin’ ham on my, she goin’ ham on my
She goin’ ham on my d*ck tonight
She not with him tonight, she not with gem tonight
She in the gym tonight
Workout in that p*ssy (Ayy)
I’m gettin’ ripped tonight
R.l.P that p*ssy (Ayy)
I’m goin’ in tonight
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Текст песни Cardi B – Money
[Cardi B]:
Look, my b*tches all bad, my n****s all real
I ride on his d*ck in some big tall heels
Big fat checks, big large bills
Front, I’ll flip like ten cartwheels
Cold a*s b*tch, I give Ross chills
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
He eat in the car, that’s meals on wheels. Woo
[Cardi B]:
I was born to flex. Yes
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ s*x. Woo
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks. Money
All I really wanna see is the. Money
I don’t really need the D, I need the. Money
All a bad b*tch need is the. Money flow
I got bands in the coupe. Coupe
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe. Coupe
Touch me, I’ll shoot. Bow
Shake a lil a*s. Money
Get a little bag and take it to the store. Store, money
Get a little cash. Money
Shake it real fast and get a little more. Money
I got bands in the coupe. Coupe
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe. Brrr
Bustin’ out the roof. Cardi
[Cardi B]:
I gotta fly, I need a jet, sh*t
I need room for my legs
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
I need cheese for my egg
All y’all b*tches in trouble
Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
I heard that Cardi went pop
Yeah, I did go pop. Pop
That’s me bustin’ they bubble
I’m Dasani with the drip
Baby mommy with the clip
Walk out Follie’s with a b*tch
Bring a hottie to the whip
If she fine or she thick, goddamn
Walkin’ past the mirror, ooh
D*mn, I’m fine. Fine
Let a b*tch try me, boom. Boom
Hammer time, uh
[Cardi B]:
I was born to flex. Yes
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ s*x. Woo
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks. Money
All I really wanna see is the. Money
I don’t really need the D, I need the. Money
All a bad b*tch need is the. Money flow
I got bands in the coupe. Coupe
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe. Coupe
Touch me, I’ll shoot. Bow
Shake a lil a*s. Money
Get a little bag and take it to the store. Store, money
Get a little cash. Money
Shake it real fast and get a little more. Money
I got bands in the coupe. Coupe
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe. Brrr
Touch me, I’ll shoot. Bow
[Cardi B]:
B*tch, I will pop on your pops. Your pops
B*tch, I will pop on whoever. Brrr
You know who popped the most sh*t? Who?
The people whose sh*t not together. Okay
You’da bet Cardi a fr*ak. Fr*ak
All my pajamas is leather. Uh
B*tch, I will black on your a*s. Yeah
Wakanda forever
Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun
Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Cardi at the tip-top, b*tch
Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis. Uh
Jump it down, back it up. Ooh, ayy
Make that n***a put down 2K
I like my n****s dark like D’USSÉ
He gonna eat this a*s like soufflé. Ayy
[Cardi B]:
I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ s*x
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture
Kulture, Kulture, Kulture
All I really wanna see is the. Money
I don’t really need the D, I need the. Money
All a bad b*tch need is the
K, K, C. Woo
[Cardi B]:
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
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Текст песни Iggy Azalea – Thanks I Get
J White I need a beat
J White I need a beat I-
J White I need a
J White I need a beat I can go off on (Ooh)
I’m the one that kept it cool with all you b*tches
I’m the one that’s ‘bout to school all of you b*tches
I’m the one that had to show you how to grind
I’m the one and only I’m one of a kind
I’m the one that kept it real from the jump
I’m the one that showed these b*tches how to stunt
And this the muhf*ckin’ thanks, I get?
This the muhf*ckin’ thanks, I get?
I’m the one to hit the news on you b*tches
Debut at number one, and number two on you b*tches
Matter of fact as I recall I hit that oooh on you b*tches
Counting blues, f*ck checkers went chess moves on you b*tches (Hello)
I remember, day one and every single face that was there
This b*tch rare six inches inching up the stairs
Seven years here still can’t no b*tch can compare
And even though there’s all these little me’s everywhere
I’m the one that kept it cool with all you b*tches
I’m the one that’s ‘bout to school all of you b*tches
I’m the one that had to show you how to grind
I’m the one and only I’m one of a kind
I’m the one that kept it real from the jump
I’m the one that showed these b*tches how to stunt
And this the muhf*ckin’ thanks, I get?
This the muhf*ckin’ thanks, I get?
I’m the motherf*cking truth, ay, if I do say
Name stay in b*tches mouths like they got a tooth ache
I be mindin’ my own business I don’t need a suitcase
Pockets pregnant everybody asking me my due date
I’m just saying I’m the one let’s keep it real
I’m that child’s mother, baby this really no big reveal
I’m the one that made it possible for you to get a deal
I’m the one that fixed your plate
I’m the one that gave you a meal
Let me make myself clear!
I’m the one that kept it cool with all you b*tches
I’m the one that’s ‘bout to school all of you b*tches
I’m the one that had to show you how to grind
I’m the one and only I’m one of a kind
I’m the one that kept it real from the jump
I’m the one that showed these b*tches how to stunt
And this the muhf*ckin’ thanks, I get?
This the muhf*ckin’ thanks, I get?
I’m the one that kept it cool with all you b*tches
I’m the one that had to show you how to grind
I’m one of a kind
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Текст песни Offset – Clout (ft. Cardi B, Cloud)
[Offset]:
Diamonds on fleek
B*tch, I ain’t talking about the heat, oh
Put it on, streets
We straight out the streets
We straight out the streets
Straight out the streets to a penthouse
[Offset]:
Straight out the streets to a penthouse, Miami beach (Yayo)
N****s talk crazy on tweets (Who)
They don’t want it ’cause I come to defeat (They don’t wanna)
I peep, these n****s all sweet (Weak)
Bamboo sticks all in the Jeep (Brr, brr)
There’s a new weirdo every week (Weirdo)
Get the whip, put it up for my seats (Put it up)
No cure for the IG disease (No cure)
[Offset]:
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Do anything for clout (Clout, do this, woo woo)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Hey)
[Offset]:
B*tch, watch your mouth (Watch it)
B*tch, stay in your place (Place)
B*tch, get out the way (Move)
My b*tch on your a*s, Kim K (Yeah)
No disrespect (Nah)
The n***a be tripping, but we love Ye (He tripping)
Swapping our cars with my b*tch
I bought her the Lambo she bought me the Wraith (Swappin’)
Practice, practice, practice make perfect
N***a, it’s never too late (Never, never, never)
I took the ssss outta the snake (I took the soul out the snake)
Did not see the bills up out of the bank (Racks)
The blog and the media fake (They fake)
Shorty DM me, I’m straight (I’m straight)
I’m not gon’ bite on the bait (Nah)
Sippin’ on toxic waste (Mud)
On the low with your b*tch and it’s great (On the low)
Mask on her face, Jason
Run to the set, we in shape (Show)
If I go broke she gone leave, escape (She gone)
I put two mill in the safe just in case, don’t go my way (no cap)
My kids gotta have money, not just me (Facts)
That’s selfish (It’s selfish)
Oh, I took the crown off the king like Mike did Elvis (Oh, I took it)
Ooh, the world is wild, he dying
Don’t lie, that don’t help him (World is wild)
Ooh, your b*tch want to eat up the drip, and you cannot help it
[Offset]:
Straight out the streets to a penthouse, Miami beach (Yayo)
N****s talk crazy on tweets (Who)
They don’t want it ’cause I come to defeat (They don’t wanna)
I peep, these n****s all sweet (Weak)
Bamboo sticks all in the Jeep (Brr, brr)
There’s a new weirdo every week (Weirdo)
Get the whip, put it up for my seeds (Put it up)
No cure for the IG disease (No cure)
[Offset]:
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Do anything for clout (Clout, do this, woo woo)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Hey)
[Cardi B]:
Look, whole lotta people need to hear this (Facts)
It’s a lotta names on my hit list (Bap, bap)
Mouth still say what it wants to (Woo)
P*ssy still wet like a big b*tch (Facts, facts)
I should run a whole blog at this rate (Phew)
They using my name for clickbait (Clickbait)
B*tches even wanna start fake beef (Fake beef)
To sell their little weave and a mixtape
They know I’m the bomb, they ticking me off
Saying anything to get a response
I know that mean they traffic is low
Somebody just gotta practice to launch
So f*ck being tamed, I’d rather be wild
B*tches is Brandy, they wanna be down
Soon as these b*tches got something to sell
They say my name, say my name, Destiny Child
Everybody wanna be lit, everybody wanna be rich
Everybody wanna be this, if I was you, I’d hate me b*tch
Read my rhymes, n***a, s*ck my d*ck
All of that talk and I’m calling it out
Public opinions from private accounts
You not a check, then you gotta bounce
I got the drip, come get an ounce
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Do anything for clout (Whoo)
B*tches is mad, b*tches is trash (Errr)
Oscar the Grouch (Grouch)
Seeing me win, they gotta hurt
Ooh, ooh, ouch
Said when they see me, what they gon’ do?
B*tch, not from the couch, bah
[Offset]:
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Do anything for clout (Clout, do this, woo woo)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout
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Текст песни Bhad Bhabie – Gucci Flip Flops (ft. Lil Yachty, Гуччи Флип Флап)
30 you a fool for this one
(Bhad Bhabie):
Gu-Gucci flip flops, f*ck it, hit your b*tch in my socks
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin’ the top
Give it to that p*ssy a*s, turn the sh*t up a notch
Gucci flip flops, f*ck it, make it kick rocks, bust it
This a big clock, check the wrist watch, check it
Gucci flip flops, f*ck it, hit your b*tch in my socks, bust it
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock, off the clock
(Bhad Bhabie):
Bhad Bhabie got these b*tches bustin’ for cash, cash
Do the dash, try to play me, b*tch, i’m bustin’ yo’ a*s, bustin’ yo’
Lotta gun sounds, rollie, bust down, know why these b*tches mad
‘Cause they trash and they f*ckin’ for cash, cash
Too official, blow the whistle, b*tch, i’m fly as a bird, brrr
Take a picture, get ya’ issue, b*tch will die on my word, my word
Walk in the bank, f*ck it up, pokin’ that b*tch with a shank, f*ck it up, f*ck it up
I bought the lil’ b*tch a bag, make it double back and clear up her tab, yah
(Bhad Bhabie & Lil Yachty):
Gu-Gucci flip flops, f*ck it, hit your b*tch in my socks
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin’ the top
Give it to that p*ssy a*s, turn the sh*t up a notch
Gucci flip flops, f*ck it, make it kick rocks, bust it
This a big clock, check the wrist watch, check it
Gucci flip flops, f*ck it, hit your b*tch in my socks, bust it
This a big watch, lil Boat, diamond drippin’ off of the clock, off of the clock
(Lil Yachty):
I got big guap, p*ssy, yeah, i’m real rich, yeah
6 cars, 2 houses and I’m still rich, uh, uh
Think it’s sweet? One call, hit the Killswitch, boom
Booby cool, i ain’t worried ’bout yo’ lil b*tch, n***a
That lil’ chain that you rockin’, that’s so little to me
Talkin’ sh*t, but want a verse? That’s a riddle to me
Can’t f*ck the b*tch ’til she got her virginity, whoo, yeah
‘Cause then she gon’ really be into me, whoo, yeah
.223 shots, i might run for the enemies, ah
Put a few holes in his kidney, whoo, lil Boat
(Bhad Bhabie):
Gu-Gucci flip flops, f*ck it, hit your b*tch in my socks
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin’ the top
Give it to that p*ssy a*s, turn the sh*t up a notch
Gucci flip flops, f*ck it, make it kick rocks, bust it
This a big clock, check the wrist watch, check it
Gucci flip flops, f*ck it, hit your b*tch in my socks, bust it
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock, off of the clock
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I’m gonna, I wanna, I gotta в английском языке
В этот раз я хотел бы рассказать Вам о сокращениях в английском языке. Используя их, Вы делаете свой язык лучше и легче. Как Вы наверное видели, в своих постах я часто использую такие фразы как «I’m gonna…, I wanna…. и т.д» Это конечно больше американский вариант английского, но я считаю, что это очень удобно. Так что давайте разберем наиболее популярные сокращения в английском языке.
1. Сокращение I’m gonna…
Это иной способ сказать «I am going to….» (Я собираюсь сделать что-то) Например:
I’m gonna go outside with my friends tonight = I’m going to go outside with my friends tonight.
(Я собираюсь пойти погулять со своими друзьями сегодня вечером)
I’m gonna send you a message when I come back home = I’m going to send you a message when I come back home.
(Я собираюсь отправить тебе сообщение, когда приду домой)
I’m not gonna offend you = I am not going to offend you.
(Я не собираюсь оскорблять тебя)
We’re gonna go abroad this summer = We’re going go abroad this summer.
(Этим летом мы планируем поехать за границу)
She’s gonna buy a new car = She is going to buy a new car.
(Она собирается купить новую машину)
Сокращение I wanna….
Иной способ сказать «Я хочу». Например:
I wanna you to help me = I want you to help me.
(Я хочу, чтобы ты мне помог)
I wanna tell you about it = I want to tell you about it.
(Я хочу рассказать тебе об этом)
They don’t wanna go with me — They don’t want to go with me.
(Они не хотят идти со мной)
I gotta….
Иной способ сказать «I have to….» (Я должен, я вынужден) Например:
I’m so sorry, but I gotta go = I am so sorry, but I have to go.
(Мне очень жаль, но я должен идти)
Самый важный момент здесь — это пропадание частицы «to» в коротких фразах. Люди, который только начинают учить английский, часто по ошибке говорят «I’m gonna to…., I wanna to…» Это неправильно. Так что будьте внимательны при разговоре.
«I’m going to do something», но «I’m gonna do something» БЕЗ «TO»!
«I want to do something», но «I wanna do something» БЕЗ «TO»!
I won’t…..
Это означает «I will not….» Например:
I won’t go to the cinema tomorrow = I will not go to the cinema tomorrow.
(Я не пойду в кино завтра)
If you don’t learn English hard, you won’t succeed = If you don’t learn English hard, you will not succeed.
(Если вы не изучаете английский усердно, вы не добьетесь успеха)
He won’t help you = He will not help you.
(Он не поможет тебе)
Это были наиболее часто употребляемые сокращения английского языка. Есть еще некоторые сокращения, но они больше позиционируются, как слэнг. Я напишу отдельную статью о них.
Надеюсь, Вы будете использовать эти фразы, потому что они действительно удобны.
Надеюсь этот пост был для Вас полезен=) Продолжайте учить английский и берегите себя!
Текст песни Internet Money – His & Hers (ft. Don Toliver, Lil Uzi Vert, Gunna)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Baby, hit that back and burp
Then pour a four of purp’
You got his and hers
Toolie in that Birkin
Close the window curtains (Curtains)
Right up in your skirt (Skirt)
Take off, hit the curve (Curve)
Toolie in that Birkin
When I pop out, it’s a blicky
We roll up, we roll up, sticky
The other b*tches, they be shifty
I pay for my sh*t, ain’t sh*t free
Take some time (Hee, hee)
I know how I get when I make that mine
Shawty, I break that spine
Roll that dice
No covers, s*x on ice (Yeah, yeah)
Ain’t no lock and key
Just beep, beep, beep up in my Jeep
Baby, take off the belt of the seat
Touch-free, I brought some ones
Shawty, have fun with funds
Tongue out on camera
Stretchin’ out that Saint Laurent
She brought two friends, twin-twins
Casamigos ‘quila
F*cked up off that liquor
Baby, hit that back and burp
Then pour a four of purp’
You got his and hers
Toolie in that Birkin
Close the window curtains (Curtains)
Right up in your skirt (Skirt)
Take off, hit the curve (Curve)
Toolie in that Birkin
When I pop out, it’s a blicky
We roll up, we roll up, sticky
The other b*tches, they be shifty
I pay for my sh*t, ain’t sh*t free
Take some time (Hee, hee)
I know how I get when I make that mine
Shawty, I break that spine
Toolie in that Birkin (Birkin)
You and me, I got you, that’s for certain
We split a G6, it feel like surfin’ (Surfin’)
Talkin’ to that big guy, try to wash out my sins (Wash out my sins)
She was massaging me (Me), catered to a G (G)
I don’t got to tell her about her body, she already got a physique (Physique)
Left from Croatia and landed in Greece (Greece)
I took her heart off her sleeve (Sleeve)
Love how you keep it a hundred, and that’s really all that I need (That’s all that I need, need)
I’m a big dog, and she on my turf
I just hope you know your worth
Baby, hit that back and burp
Baby, hit that back and burp
Then pour a four of purp’
You got his and hers
Toolie in that Birkin
Close the window curtains (Curtains)
Right up in your skirt (Skirt)
Take off, hit the curve (Curve)
Toolie in that Birkin
When I pop out, it’s a blicky
We roll up, we roll up, sticky
The other b*tches, they be shifty
I pay for my sh*t, ain’t sh*t free
Take some time (Hee, hee)
I know how I get when I make that mine
Shawty, I break that spine (Lil Uzi)
Huh, I know how I get (Yeah)
I’ma break your spine, next spot, I’m gon’ break your ribs (Break your ribs, ayy)
Oh (Yeah), you know how I live (Yeah), so just cool out, baby (Cool out, baby)
I was born up in the nineties (Ayy), swag came from the eighties (Yeah, Lil Uzi)
I was sweatin’ (Ayy), she on fire, we hot like it’s Haiti (Ayy)
And you know I stay with bands on me like my name Katie (What?)
So much smoke coming out my blunt, it looked like I was vaping (Yeah)
I can’t share none of my dr*gs (Ayy), know that I’m gon’ face it (Yeah)
Any problem that I have, you know I’m gon’ face it (Yeah)
Pop a Perky, Perc’ in lean, and I barely taste it (Yeah)
Baby, hit that back and burp (Yeah)
Then pour a four of purp’ (Lil Uzi)
You got his and hers
Toolie in that Birkin
Close the window curtains (Curtains)
Right up in your skirt (Skirt)
Take off, hit the curve (Curve)
Toolie in that Birkin
When I pop out, it’s a blicky
We roll up, we roll up, sticky
The other b*tches, they be shifty
I pay for my sh*t, ain’t sh*t free
Take some time (Hee, hee)
I know how I get when I make that mine
Shawty, I break that spine
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Текст песни AWEN – Flame (Ивангай, EeOneGuy)
I got the fame, make ’em haters go insane (insane)
They tryna’ bait, leave them b*tches in DMs (b*tches)
I’m work as hell, I ain’t do it for the ‘gram (gram)
Straight to the game and I hit em with a flame (flame)
[?]
I got the fame, make ’em haters go insane (insane)
They tryna’ bait, leave them b*tches in DMs (b*tches)
I’m work as hell, I ain’t do it for the ‘gram (gram)
Straight to the game and I hit em with a flame (flame)
[?]
Hit em with a flame (flame)
[?]
Hit em with a flame (flame)
[?]
I got the fame, make ’em haters go insane (insane)
They tryna’ bait, leave them b*tches in DMs (b*tches)
I’m work as hell, I ain’t do it for the ‘gram (gram)
Straight to the game and I hit em with a flame (flame)
I got the fame, make ’em haters go insane (insane)
They tryna’ bait, leave them b*tches in DMs (b*tches)
I’m work as hell, I ain’t do it for the ‘gram (gram)
Straight to the game and I hit em with a flame (flame)
[?]
Hit em with a flame (flame)
[?]
Hit em with a flame (flame)
[?]
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Текст песни 6ix9ine – TROLLZ (ft. Nicki Minaj, Сикс Найн, Тролли)
(Sad Pony)
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, c*cked, mhm, got it, mhm
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
The ‘Cat one hundred, you need that? I got it
Need it, got it, cash, pockets
Bands on me, sticks on me
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
The ‘Cat one hundred, you need that?
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that a*s, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know you don’t like me, you wanna fight me
You don’t want no problems at your party, don’t invite me
I don’t worry ’bout you n****s, please stop talking ’bout me
Always talking ’bout me ’cause you looking for the clouty
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
Baby got that Aquafina, it’s cocaina
Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a
Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends f*ck
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends f*ck
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don’t give a f*ck
Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high
You the type of n***a that I never wanna be like
You a type of b*tch that will never get a reply
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that a*s, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar bill, come get her
Even your man know Nickis do it better
I know you don’t like me, you wanna fight me
Always on my page, never double-tap like me
Baddies to my left and my right
Never chase a corny n***a, put that on my life
Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste
We sippin’ on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
He a slave to this p*ssy, call me master
Real wet, I said, «Slurp it like it’s pasta»
They get nervous when it’s Nicki on the roster (Rrr)
Somebody usher this n***a into a clinic
My flow’s still sick, I ain’t talkin’ a pandemic
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these b*tches gimmicks
They study Nicki style, now all of them wan’ mimic
Talkin’ ’bout snitches when it’s snitches in your camp
Never stand alone, you always itchin’ for a stamp
Me, I’m still money, wrists light up like a lamp
They gon’ have to send they best fighter for the champ
Racks, I got ’em, Mary, I’m poppin’
They keep hatin’, but still watchin’
Check the boards, I’m still toppin’
Bustdown or plain jane, I got options
It’s a bunch of mini mes, I’m the one they mockin’
Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin’ shoppin’
When I come out, all the sneak b*tches start plottin’ (Plottin’)
When I come out, it’s a sweep, b*tches start moppin’
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin’ that a*s, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, c*cked, mhm, got it, mhm
If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
He singin’ my old song, yellin’, «A*s, a*s, a*s»
They be speedin’, tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash
Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash
That real a*s ain’t keep your n***a home
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Перевод песни J Balvin & Skrillex — In Da Ghetto (Mixed)
In Da Getto
В гетто
О песне J Balvin & Skrillex — In Da Ghetto
J Balvin & Skrillex — In Da Ghetto (Mixed) — это переработанный хит 1994-го года David Morales & The Bad Yard Club – In De Ghetto (The Bad Yard Club Mix). Перевод текста песни In Da Ghetto выполнен с испанского на русский язык (Джей Бальвин родом из испаноязычной Колумбии). На обложке песни изображён известный тиктокер Khaby Lame, его также можно увидеть и в самом клипе.
Khaby Lame на постере песни J Balvin & Skrillex — In Da Ghetto
*Несмотря на то, что в английском и испанском языке слово гетто пишется с буквой h (ghetto), официальное написание песни её не содержит и выглядит так — J Balvin & Skrillex — In Da Getto.
Текст песни 21 Savage – Runnin (ft. Metro Boomin)
Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me (Haha)
My friends all fall so easily (Pussies)
Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that’s what it was (21)
2016, we was ridin’ around, beatin’ n****s up in the club
I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don’t feel the love (21)
I’m so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just ’cause (On God)
Her t*tties is hard ’cause she spent a five, my b*tch t*tties cost me a dub (21)
All my b*tches got BBLs, all my b*tches got butts (Straight up)
I ain’t with the rap beef, Draco p*dophile, all of my opps get touched (Straight up)
We ain’t never ran off on no bar, but we still be hoppin’ out a Cut (Straight up)
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, I leave all my cars
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, all my opps be
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, wipe his nose, it was
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, Savage never did no
That closet for your wife (21), that hookah for your wife (P*ssy)
I’m Slaughter Gang, p*ssy, you know I brought my knife (21)
He was talkin’ gangster (21), we caught him at a light (P*ssy)
I let my young n***a do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (On God)
Havin’ my way with the cheese, I’m in the den with the thieves (On God)
I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin’ her weave (21)
Smokin’ on zaza, this sh*t came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21)
Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, n****s tryna make y’all bleed (21)
Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep (P*ssy)
Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I ain’t finna diss you (P*ssy)
All that pillow talk, I’ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your b*tch ridin’ d*ck like pogo
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, I leave all my cars
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, all my opps be
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, wipe his nose, it was
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, Savage never did no
I brought a Hollywood b*tch to Club Crucial (On God)
I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (On God)
Slaughter Gang, Gang, we don’t do recruitin’ (21)
Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it
Gotta prove that sh*t, n***a
Sh*t ain’t no motherf*ckin’ game, n***a
Get your b*tch a*s whacked, n***a
Big facts, big 4L, n***a
Big Zone 6, n***a
We run the motherf*ckin’ city, n***a
Y’all n****s know what the f*ck goin’ on, n***a
Body for body, n***a, money for money, n***a
We skunkin’ everybody
F*ck your crew, n***a, we’ll kill your crew
P*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy
(If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)
Are things better or worse the second time around?
Can we really do anything more than once?
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Текст песни Rita Ora – Big (ft. David Guett, Imanbek, Gunna)
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm
Blame it on the city how I’m ballin’ (How I’m ballin’)
Picking up the money, always callin’ (Always callin’)
She gon’ touch the ceiling for a sinner (For a sinner)
Dark chains and a blurry morning
Ready on that meet me in the lobby (In the lobby)
Yeah, from the bass, she gon’ ride it like a trolley (Like a trolley)
X Games when we skate off in the ‘Rari (Skrrt, skrrt)
Big tanks looking like transformers
Midnight, come get right, on this side
Fr*ak, fr*ak, like my name, G, honest
You gon’ know about it when we come through
Bad b*tches coming in twos
Ain’t nobody tellin’ what we gon’ do
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on, it’s poppin’ out the sun roof
Red bottoms up on those shoes
Licking off shops like (Do-do)
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
Big enough for me to call you papa (Call you papa)
Poppin’ like I’m over out in Baca
Need the head like medulla oblongata
Gucci like I’m made in Florence
More tequila, I’ma need a driver (Need a driver)
Big tiger, gave me all his Prada (All his Prada)
Every diamond on me, yeah, I bought it (Yeah, I bought it)
Say it twice so I know you want it
Midnight, come get right, on this side
Fr*ak, fr*ak, like my name, G, honest
You gon’ know about it when we come through
Bad b*tches coming in twos
Ain’t nobody tellin’ what we gon’ do
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on, it’s poppin’ out the sun roof
Red bottoms up on those shoes
Licking off shops like (Do-do)
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
I’ma walk through, yeah
Crib with a house and a pool, yeah (Pool, yeah)
Let her walk through
Bet it, Ion’t think that you’d lose
I like how you move
She a ten and her skin so smooth
It’s a two-door Benz and it only fit two
See it through the lens, everything brand new
Oh, you gon’ know about it when we come through (Come through)
Bad b*tches coming in twos (In two)
Ain’t nobody tellin’ what we gon’ do (Yeah, yeah)
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on, it’s poppin’ out the sun roof (Out the sun roof)
Red bottoms up on those shoes (Up on those shoes)
Licking off shops like (Do-do)
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
Blame it on the city how I’m ballin’ (How I’m ballin’)
Bl-blame it on the city how I’m ballin’ (How I’m ballin’)
Blame it on the city how I’m ballin’ (How I’m ballin’)
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
Blame it on the city how I’m ballin’ (How I’m ballin’)
Bl-blame it on the city how I’m ballin’ (How I’m ballin’)
Blame it on the city how I’m ballin’ (How I’m ballin’)
When we run through, yeah, yeah
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Labbi Siffre — I Got The
I Got The
I got the blues but I don’t mind
All I have to do is get to you
And then I feel just fine
I’m on a downer, but not all the way
When I’m feelin’ low you do your thing just so
And then I feel OK
Your so good, the way you give
So good, you’re the best there is
I got the blues, got it oh so bad
When I think of me its hard to be
A person quite so sad
You got the answer and it makes me glad
When I’m feelin’ small you give me rock n’ roll
And then I’m feelin’ bad
Your so good, the way you give
So good, you’re the best there is
Just a lonely soul
Slowly dyin’
I was smilin’ hard
But I was lyin’
Then you sailed along
With you’re sweet dream
When you stole my heart
I was with it
Mornin’ come, sun don’t shine
I’ll get by without you
I was lost, but now I’m found
Tell me love it was you
Mornin’ come, sun don’t shine
I’ll get by without you
I was lost, but now I’m found
Tell me love it was you
Just a lonely soul
(Mornin’ come, sun don’t shine)
Slowly dyin’
(I’ll get by without you)
I was smilin’ hard
(I was lost, but now I’m found)
But I was lyin’
(Tell me love it was you)
Then you sailed along
(Mornin’ come, sun don’t shine)
With you’re sweet dream
(I’ll get by without you)
When you stole my heart
(I was lost, but now I’m found)
I was with it
(Tell me love it was you)
Мне грустно.
Мне грустно, но я не обращаю внимания
Всё, что мне надо сделать, это добраться до тебя
И тогда я буду чувствовать себя просто великолепно
Я на депрессантах, но не всё время
Когда я чувствую себя тухло, ты делаешь своё дело
И тогда мне хорошо
Ты так хороша, то как ты отдаёшь
Так хороша, ты лучшая из всех
Мне грустно, так грустно
Когда думаю о себе, то так тяжело быть
Человеком, настолько печальным
У тебя есть ответ и от него мне приятно
Когда я чувствую себя маленьким, ты даришь мне рок-н-ролл
И тогда я чувствую себя круто
Ты так хороша, то как ты отдаёшь
Так хороша, ты лучшая из всех
Просто одинокая душа,
Медленно умирающая.
Я крепко смеялся,
Но я обманывал.
И тогда ты плывёшь один
Со своей сладкой мечтой
Когда ты похитила моё сердце
У меня оно было
Утро пришло, солнце не светит
Я обхожусь без тебя
Я был потерян, но теперь я обрёл себя
Ответь мне, Любовь, это была ты?
Утро наступает, солнце не светит
Я обхожусь без тебя
Я был потерян, но теперь я обрёл себя
Ответь мне, Любовь, это была ты?
Просто одинокая душа
(Утро наступает, солнце не светит)
Медленно умирающая
(Я обхожусь без тебя)
Я крепко смеялся,
(Я был потерян, но теперь я обрёл себя)
Но я обманывал
(Ответь мне, Любовь, это была ты?)
И тогда ты плывёшь один
(Утро наступает, солнце не светит)
Со своей сладкой мечтой
(Я обхожусь без тебя)
Когда ты похитила моё сердце
(Я был потерян, но теперь я обрёл себя)
У меня оно было
(Ответь мне, Любовь, это была ты?)
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People in Oakland. Oakland
Люди в Оукланде. Оукланде
Woo, see I’m ridin’ higher and higher, woo-oo
Ууу, смотри, как я поднимаюсь все выше и выше, ух-у
Kinda broke so ya know all I got’s five, I got five
Я на мели, так что, знаешь, всё, что есть — пятерка, пятерка
Player, give me some brew an I might just chill
Чувак, дай мне пивас и я просто отдохну,
But I’m the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
Но мне бы больше было по душе подкурить еще косячок как Cypress Hill,
Я любитель стырить косячок,
Spit loogies when I puff on it
Харкануть побольше, когда вдохну,
I got some bucks on it
У меня есть пара баксов,
But it ain’t enough on it
Но этого не достаточно,
Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
Так что пойду возьму эля St. Ides,
Nevertheless I’m hella fresh
Но, несмотря на это всё, я чертовски крут,
Rolling joints like a cigarette
Катаю косяки как сигареты,
So pass it across the table like ping pong
Так что раздавай их по столу, как в пинг-понге,
I’m gone! Beating my chest like King Kong
Меня накрыло! Бью в грудь как Кинг-конг,
It’s on: wrap my lips around a 40
Ну, понеслась: присосусь к литрушке,
And when it comes to getting another stogie
А если понадобится еще сигаретка,
Fools all kick in likes Shinobi
Пацаны, кидайте бабосы как нинзди,
No, he ain’t my homie to begin with
Неа, он не мой кореш, я с ним не буду,
It’s too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it
И вообще-то, многовато ртов, чтоб пригласить еще братуху,
Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
Разве что ты вытащишь жирный хрустящий
5 dollar bill on the real before it’s history
Пятифон, и тогда все будет чётко,
Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
Потому что у некоторых чёрная дыра в легких,
An if you let ’em hit it for free
И если дашь им пыхнуть за так,
You hella «dum-da-dum-dum»
То будешь «Ололо-оло-ло»
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Я чапаю в школу с чувачком Тейлором в ухе,
Avoiding all the dickteasers, skeezers, and weirdos
Обхожу целок, шал*в и задр*ток,
That be blowing off the land like «where the bomb at?»
Которые канючат «Где у нас косячок?»,
Give me two bucks, You take a puff and pass my bomb back
Гони два бакса, хапай и будет «Вот косячок»,
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
С*сут самокрут как чл*н.
The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy
От серьезного напаса н*ггер будет Безумный, как Эдди Мёрфи,
I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
У меня больше мороки, чем у курицы-наседки,
Текст песни Yeat & Gunna — Rackz got më
Перевод песни
Racks don’t stab my back (Uh)
Percs don’t stab my back, yeah
Everybody stabbed my back, uh (Damn, Trgc made that? Yeah)
Racks don’t stab my back, uh
Percs don’t stab my back, yeah
Everybody stabbed my back, uh (Yeah)
Big money, big cars
We rock chains, we stars
All these bands, I bought the car
Yeah, I just added up bands for some Rick, I just pulled up on them with the twenty-two fit
Yeah, I just bought me some diamonds from Eliantte and I told him I need ’em to hit
Told ’em it’s time for me to find some love and I’m takin’ these Percs, I get high as a bitch
And if I give that lil’ pussy a chance
I don’t know what they say behind my back
And you know I ain’t goin’ for that
I been as high as a planе, how you gon’ say I’m a plain?
I don’t be remembеrin’ nothin’, I never had me a plan
We don’t do fights, we don’t scuffle
I’m poppin’ they bitches, they bubble
Yeah, they been on rocks, on gravel
Yeah, I’m on a whole ‘nother level
Yeah, we saw your ass in trouble
I know you dig it, bitch, yeah, I’m a shovel
I’m in my LV bag, in my duffle
Yeah, I run up my money, I double (Double it)
I don’t know when them people would stab my back, but I know that my money would never
Racks don’t stab my back (Uh)
Percs don’t stab my back, yeah
Everybody stabbed my back, uh (Damn, Trgc made that? Yeah)
Racks don’t stab my back, uh
Percs don’t stab my back, yeah
Everybody stabbed my back, uh (Yeah)
Big money, big cars
We rock chains, we stars
All these bands, I bought the car
Percs don’t stab my back
All my slimes say slatt (Slimes say slatt)
Let’s get it, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Slime)
Look at my bitch, she snatched
She a lil’ two piece snack
Bend her and break her back
Let her count a few racks
Racks, racks (Yeah, okay)
Racks, racks (Let’s get paid)
Racks, racks
Racks, racks, yeah, okay
Got my money and then some, o-okay (Okay)
Make a nigga bleed like a tampon, o-okay (Okay)
Syrup and Percocet
Syrup and Percocet
Elliot, VVS
Givenchy mink vest
OMG, I’m fresh
These racks got me possessed
Racks don’t stab my back (Uh)
Percs don’t stab my back, yeah
Everybody stabbed my back, uh (Damn, Trgc made that? Yeah)
Racks don’t stab my back, uh
Percs don’t stab my back, yeah
Everybody stabbed my back, uh (Yeah)
Big money, big cars
We rock chains, we stars
All these bands, I bought the car
Стойки не бьют меня по спине (э-э)
Перки не бьют меня в спину, да
Все ударили меня в спину (черт, Trgc сделал это? Да)
Стойки не бьют меня в спину.
Перки не бьют меня в спину, да
Все наносили мне удары в спину, э-э (Да)
Большие деньги, большие машины
Мы качаем цепи, мы звезды
Все эти группы, я купил машину
Стойки не бьют меня по спине (э-э)
Перки не бьют меня в спину, да
Все ударили меня в спину (черт, Trgc сделал это? Да)
Стойки не бьют меня в спину.
Перки не бьют меня в спину, да
Все наносили мне удары в спину, э-э (Да)
Большие деньги, большие машины
Мы качаем цепи, мы звезды
Все эти группы, я купил машину
Стойки не бьют меня по спине (э-э)
Перки не бьют меня в спину, да
Все ударили меня в спину (черт, Trgc сделал это? Да)
Стойки не бьют меня в спину.
Перки не бьют меня в спину, да
Все наносили мне удары в спину, э-э (Да)
Большие деньги, большие машины
Мы качаем цепи, мы звезды
Все эти группы, я купил машину
Текст песни Tyga – Ayy Macarena
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena
Que tu cuerpo pa’ darle alegría y cosa buena
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena
Hey Macarena (Aight, uh)
Ayy, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena (Ayy)
Put the chopper on a n***a, turn him to a sprinter (Yee)
B*tches on my d*ck, told ’em give me one minute (One minute)
Ayy, Macarena, aight (Ayy)
Ayy, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena (Woo)
Put the chopper on a n***a, turn him to a sprinter (Woah)
B*tches on my d*ck, tell ’em give me one minute (Minute)
Ayy, Macarena, aight (Ayy)
Ayy, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena (Hah)
B*tches on my stick, but my name ain’t Harry Potter (No)
She lick it up, make it disappear like ta-da (Wow)
She ask for some dollars, now the b*tch get nada (Nothing)
And I’m in this b*tch for my clique, what? (Clique, what?)
I’ma throw twenty racks on the b*tch, what? (B*tch, what?)
Three phones on my lap (Ayy), world on my back (Back)
She gon’ be tapped in if a n***a tapped (Tap in)
Look like someone that I used to know (Used to)
Undefeated with the b*tches, I’m invincible
Diamond set invisible, n***a, I invented you
Want me to be miserable, but I can never miss a ho (Woo, uh)
Ayy, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena (Hah)
Put the chopper on a n***a, turn him to a sprinter (Baow)
B*tches on my d*ck, told ’em give me one minute (One minute)
Ayy, Macarena, aight (Ayy)
Ayy, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena (Go)
Put the chopper on a n***a, turn him to a sprinter (Boom)
B*tches on my d*ck, tell ’em give me one minute (One minute)
Ayy, Macarena, aight (Ayy)
I find a spot, then I post up (Woo)
B*tches wanna know if I’m single, tell her, «Yes, sir» (Yeah)
And I seen you dance on the ‘Gram, tell her shake some’
I ain’t even gon’ lie, I’ma eat the chocha (Yeah)
And I like it when she got the toes out, yeah (Tom Ford)
Get you iced down, now you glowed out (Bustdown)
Got a new b*tch (New b*tch), took a new route (New route)
She a rockstar (Rockstar), that’s no doubt (No doubt)
I’m a fire to the flame, don’t be burning me out (Hot)
I’m the n***a that she told you not to worry about (Hot)
Why you think she in a rush when she leaving the house?
I’ma sip, I’ma clip, I’ma dip, then I’m out (Ayy)
Ayy, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena (Bih’)
Put the chopper on a n***a, turn him to a sprinter (Baow)
B*tches on my d*ck, told ’em give me one minute (Yeah)
Ayy, Macarena, aight (Woo)
Ayy, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena (Ayy)
Put the chopper on a n***a, turn him to a sprinter (Boom)
B*tches on my d*ck, tell ’em give me one minute (One minute)
Ayy, Macarena, aight
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Текст песни Nicki Minaj – Anaconda
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
My anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t
My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun
[Nicki Minaj]
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big d*pe dealer money, he was gettin’ some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bo-bought me Alex*nder McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that’s real, real, real
Gun in my purse, b*tch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils
I’m high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I’m on some d*mb sh*t, by the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and f*ck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills and he tellin’ me to chill
And he telling me it’s real, that he love my s*x appeal
Say he don’t like ’em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun
[Nicki Minaj]
My anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t
My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun
[Nicki Minaj]
Oh my gosh, look at her b*tt
Oh my gosh, look at her b*tt (I-ohhaha)
Oh my gosh, look at her b*tt
(Look at her b*tt)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her b*tt
[Nicki Minaj]
Thi-this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Di-d*ck bigger than a tower, I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s
Real country-a*s n***a, let me play with his rifle
P*ssy put his a*s to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it cause he slang c*caine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I’m on some d*mb sh*t, by the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and f*ck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, and he telling me to chill
And he telling me it’s real, that he love my s*x appeal
He say he don’t like ’em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun.
[Nicki Minaj]
My anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t
My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun
[Nicki Minaj]
Oh my gosh, look at her b*tt
Oh my gosh, look at her b*tt (I-ohhaha)
Oh my gosh, look at her b*tt
(Look at her b*tt)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her b*tt
[Nicki Minaj]
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
(Oh my God, look at her b*tt)
[Nicki Minaj]
My anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t
My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun
(Do-don’t) My anaconda don’t (don’t)
(Do-don’t) want none unless you got buns, hun
[Nicki Minaj]
Oh my gosh, look at her b*tt
Oh my gosh, look at her b*tt
Oh my gosh, look at her b*tt
(Look at her b*tt)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her b*tt
[Nicki Minaj]
Yeah, he love this fat a*s, hahahahahahahaha!
Yeah! This one is for my b*tches with a fat a*s in the f*cking club
I said, where my fat a*s big b*tches in the club?
F*ck the skinny b*tches
F*ck the skinny b*tches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat-a*s b*tches in the muthaf*ckin’ club
F*ck you if you skinny b*tches, what?! Kyuh
Hahahaha RRRRRR (Kyuh)
Yeah, I got a big fat a*s (a*s, a*s, a*s, a*s) (Kyuh)
Come on!
Hey
Hey
Hey
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Перевод песни I got a name (Jim Croce)
I got a name
У меня есть имя
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I got a name, I got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I got a name, I got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I’m living the dream that he kept hid
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won’t pass me by
Like the north wind whistling down the sky
I’ve got a song, I’ve got a song
Like the whippoorwill and the baby’s cry
I’ve got a song, I’ve got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it loud
If it gets me nowhere,
I go there proud
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won’t pass me by
And I’m gonna go there free
Like the fool I am and I’ll always be
I’ve got a dream, I’ve got a dream
They can change their minds but they can’t change me
I’ve got a dream, I’ve got a dream
Well, I know I can share it if you want me to
If you’re going my way, I’ll go with you
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won’t pass me by
Как у сосен вдоль извилистой дороги,
У меня есть имя, у меня есть имя.
Как у поющей птицы и у квакающей жабы,
У меня есть имя, у меня есть имя.
И я живу с ним, как жил мой отец,
Но я следую мечте, которую он хранил в секрете.
Я двигаюсь по шоссе,
Я качусь по шоссе,
Двигаюсь вперед, чтобы жизнь не прошла мимо.
Как у северного ветра свистящего в небе,
У меня есть песня, у меня есть песня.
Как у козодоя и у плачущего ребенка,
У меня есть песня, у меня есть песня
И я живу с ней и громко пою ее,
Даже если мой пусть ведет меня в никуда,
Я иду туда с гордостью.
Я двигаюсь по шоссе,
Я качусь по шоссе,
Двигаюсь вперед, чтобы жизнь не прошла мимо.
И я хочу идти туда свободным.
Я не задумываюсь ни о чем, и так будет всегда.
У меня есть мечта, у меня есть мечта.
Все вокруг могут изменить свое мнение, но не меня,
У меня есть мечта, у меня есть мечта.
Если ты хочешь, я могу поделиться ей с тобой,
Если ты пойдешь моим путем, мы пойдем вместе.
Я двигаюсь по шоссе,
Я качусь по шоссе,
Двигаюсь вперед, чтобы жизнь не прошла мимо.
Gonna, Wanna, Gotta, Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda, Musta — английские сокращения, которые нужно знать
Англичане, американцы и прочие English speakers обожают сокращения. Если ваш собеседник не родился в XIX веке, в его речи будут слова gonna, wanna, gotta, а также, возможно, coulda, shoulda, woulda, musta. Давайте разберемся, что они значат.
1. Gonna = Going to
Gonna — это сокращение от going to в значении действия в будущем или «собираться что-то делать» (подробнее об этом значении — здесь).
Важно: сокращение gonna нельзя использовать вместо «going to» в значении «идти куда-то».
- Правильно: I’m gonna eat a hamburger. — Я собираюсь съесть гамбургер. Неправильно: I’m gonna to the burger place to eat a hamburger. — Я иду в бургерную, чтобы съесть гамбургер
Во втором случае нужно: «I’m going to the burger place…», так как здесь going to используется в значении «идти куда-то».
Пройдите тест на уровень английского:
She’s gonna quit the driving class. — Она собирается уйти с курсов вождения.
Are you gonna miss me? — Ты будешь по мне скучать?
I’m not gonna lie to you. — Я не буду тебе лгать.
I was gonna order another pizza. — Я собирался заказать еще одну пиццу.
2. Wanna = Want to
Wanna — это сокращение от want to (хотеть).
I wanna give you another chance. — Я хочу дать тебе еще одну возможность.
I didn’t wanna interrupt you. — Я не хотел вас перебивать.
Do you wanna ask me something? — Ты хочешь меня о чем-то спросить?
Lots of people will wanna work here. — Множество людей захочет здесь работать.
3. Gotta = Have got to
Gotta — это сокращение от have got to в значении «должен что-то сделать» (have got to — это то же самое, что и have to или got to). Обычно gotta используется в утвердительной форме.
Sorry, I gotta go. — Извините, я должен идти.
You don’t gotta work any extra hours. — Ты не обязан работать дополнительные часы.
Gotta, как и его «старший брат» have got to, а также must be может использоваться в значении «должно быть» как предположение, например:
You gotta be (have got to be/must be) kidding! — Ты, должно быть, шутишь! («должно быть» = предположение)
Nice car. It gotta be (has got to/must be) expensive. — Хорошая машина. Она, должно быть, дорогая.
4. Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda, Musta — сокращения с глаголом have
Эти четыре сокращения используются в конструкции:
Или, если так понятнее:
модальный глагол + have done (something)
Под «have done something» я подразумеваю «to have + 3-я форма глагола + дополнение, если есть»
Смысл оборотов зависит от того, какой модальный глагол в них используется.
Coulda (could have) done something значит «мог сделать что-то», подразумевается, что мог, но не сделать.
You coulda (could have) helped me but you didn’t! — Ты мог мне помочь, но не помог!
She coulda (could have) told me she had a boyfriend. — Она могла бы и сказать мне, что у нее есть парень (но она не сказала).
Woulda (would have) done something значит «могло бы произойти», подразумевается, что не произошло.
He woulda (would have) made a good cop. — Из него вышел бы хороший коп (подразумевается, что не вышел).
I woulda (would have) been promoted but someone else took that position. — Меня могли бы повысить, но кто-то другой занял эту должность.
Shoulda (should have) done somehting значит «следовало бы», «нужно было», подразумевается, что следовало бы сделать так, но сделал иначе, обычно с ноткой сожаления или упрека.
You shoulda (should have) bought more water. A bottle is not enough for such a long trip. — Тебе следовало купить больше воды. Одной бутылки недостаточно для такой долгой поездки (следовало, но не взял — упрек).
We shoulda (should have) taken your advice. Now it’s too late. — Нам нужно было последовать твоему совету. Теперь уже поздно (нужно было, но не последовали — сожаление).
Кстати, в английском есть забавное выражение «coulda shoulda woulda» — что-то вроде нашего «если бы да кабы»:
— If only I had listened to my parents, I woulda… — Если бы только я послушал своих родителей, я бы смог…
— Coulda shoulda woulda. — Если бы да кабы.
Оборот musta (must have) done/been используется в значении предположения: «должно быть», причем в прошедшем времени.
Oh, sorry, I musta (must have) eaten your breakfast. — Ой, извини, я, должно быть, съел твой завтрак.
I’m glad you had a good trip. It (musta) must have been fun! — Я рад, что у вас была хорошая поездка. Должно быть, было весело!
Кстати, про слова coulda, shoulda, woulda, а также выражение из всех трех слов у меня есть короткое видео. Возможно, объяснение в видео будет для вас интереснее, чем статья.
Текст песни Doja Cat – Get Into It (Yuh)
Yeah, ayy
Ha, ayy, yeah
They say I just got a buck, uh
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck, ha
Get into it, yuh (Yuh)
If you go to church
I said get into it, yuh
If she ain’t got a b*tt
Nah, f*ck it, get into it, yuh
And I say I just got a buck
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck
Get into it, yuh
If you go to church
Get into it, yuh
If she ain’t got a b*tt
F*ck it, get into it, yuh
Yeah, you just wanna party, you just wanna lap dance
You just wanna pop up on these clowns like you’re the Batman
You just wanna ball out in designer with your best friends
You don’t wanna talk no more about it in the past tense
Get me out my zone, I’m just talkin’ comfort, shawty
I ain’t give you nothin’ you could come for, shawty
I got plenty things you make a run for, shawty
Call him Ed Sheeran, he in love with my body
They say I just got a buck, uh
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck, ha
Get into it, yuh (Yuh)
If you go to church
I said get into it, yuh
If she ain’t got a b*tt
Nah, f*ck it, gеt into it, yuh
And I say I just got a buck
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck
Get into it, yuh
If you go to church
Get into it, yuh
If shе ain’t got a b*tt
F*ck it, get into it, yuh
Y’all need to get into the drip like a piranha
Y’all need to get into my drip like y’all need water
I mean, it’s only head to toe Balenciaga
I mean, y’all b*tches better «yuh» like Ariana
If they ever tryna knock her, put my foot up in your caca
Call your mama and your papa like I’m finna take your daughter
Turn that b*tch into a soccer ball and rocka, rocka, rocka (Brrr)
Get into it like a suit and f*ck a stock up like a broker
They say I just got a buck (Yuh)
Get into it, yuh (Ayy)
Pop out with a truck, ha
Get into it, yuh (Pop out, pop out)
If you go to church
I said get into it, yuh
If she ain’t got a b*tt
Nah, f*ck it, get into it, yuh
And I say I just got a buck (Ayy)
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck
Get into it, yuh (Yeah)
If you go to church
Get into it, yuh (Go to church)
If she ain’t got a b*tt
F*ck it, get into it, yuh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thank you, Nicki, I love you
Got that big rocket launcher!
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Текст песни Rae Sremmurd – Swang
Mmm, boy, it’s Nasty (Uh, um)
Know some young n****s like to swang (Yeah, um)
Know some young n****s like to swang
Know some young n****s like to swang (Ride, uh)
Know some young n****s like to swang (Swang)
Know some young n****s like to swang (Swang)
Big bank take lil’ bank
Everyday, spillin’ up drank (Drank)
She want the whole crew, shawty brave (Brave)
When the money talks, what is there to say? (Just say it)
Blow away, watch it blow away (Blow, blow)
When I die, can’t take it to the grave (Yo)
Hop out, drop top, f*ck y’all talkin’, I need it right now (Hey)
Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up, gotta come down (Woo)
Gettin’ dough, ain’t a thing change (Nothin’ change)
Coastin’, grippin’ grain (Grip)
Goin’ through the money like a phase (Like a phase)
Don’t say my name in vain (Woo, woo)
I’m so glad that you came (Yeah)
All these bad b*tches gettin’ slain (Slain)
Broke-a*s n***a, get a clue (Clue)
All these n****s know how we do (Let’s go)
Know some young n****s like to swang (Swang, swang)
Know some young n****s like to swang (Swang, swang)
Big bank take little bank
Everyday, spillin’ up drank (Up drank)
She want the whole crew, shawty brave (Shawty brave)
When the money talks, what is there to say? (What is there to say)
Blow away, watch it blow away (Watch it blow away)
When I die, can’t take it to the grave (Watch it blow away, watch it blow away, blow away)
Hop out, drop top, f*ck y’all talkin’, I need it right now
Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up, gotta come down (Ayy, ayy)
I know some young n****s from the bottom
They’ll do anything for a dollar (Dollar)
I could have went to school to be a doctor (Doctor)
But I dropped out and chose to be a baller (Woo)
Switchin’ lanes, spittin’ game in my new drop (Drop)
Still on a paper chase that don’t ever stop (Never)
Everybody with me family, that’s how we rock (Rock, rock)
Party at the mansion, we ’bout to flood the spot, SremmLife
Know some young n****s like to swang (Swang, swang)
Know some young n****s like to swang (Swang, swang)
Big bank take lil’ bank
Everyday, spillin’ up drank (Up drank)
She want the whole crew, shawty brave (Shawty brave)
When the money talks, what is there to say? (What is there to say)
Blow away, watch it blow away (Watch it blow away)
When I die, can’t take it to the grave (Watch it blow away, watch it blow away, blow away)
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[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
[Припев: Wiz Khalifa]
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch, yeah
Я только что тр*хнул твою с*чку, да
I just smoked a whole d*mn zip
Я только что выкурил чертову пачку.
I just took a sip, yeah
Я просто сделал глоток, да
I came with my whole d*mn clique, my
Я пришел со всей своей проклятой бандой, моей
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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
[Куплет 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Ridin’ in my car, blowin’ smoke
Я еду в своей машине, полной дыма
Want some heat, that’s what it sound like
Звучит так, что хочется какой то теплоты
Bouncin’ ’cause I’m in my low-low
В припрыжку, потому что я в моей низкой-низкой
She can be my girl, she can be my girlfriend
Она может быть моей девушкой, она может быть моей девушкой
I just want the world, I could rule the world, man
Я просто хочу мир, я мог бы править миром, чувак
Everything I want is mine
Все, что я хочу-мое
Ask if I’m okay, and I say I’m mighty fine
Спроси, в порядке ли я, и я скажу, что я в порядке
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
[Припев: Wiz Khalifa]
I just f*cked yo’ b*tch, yeah
Я только что тр*хнул твою с*чку, да
I just smoked a whole d*mn zip
Я только что выкурил чертову пачку.
I just took a sip, yeah
Я просто сделал глоток, да
I came with my whole d*mn clique, my
Я пришел со всей своей проклятой бандой, моей
This gon’ be a wild night
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[Verse 2: Juicy J]
[Куплет 2: Juicy J]]
She get wild, I smoke loud
Она становится дикой, я курю громко
Your sh*t mild, that ain’t my style
Твое д*рьмо мягкое, это не мой стиль
Your b*tch wanna have my child
Твоя с*ка хочет от меня ребенка
Ain’t gonna get your wedding vow
Не получишь свой свадебный обет
Shawty wanna lick my crown
Красотка хочет лизать мою корону
I’m a king, take a bow
Я король, склонись передо мной
Juicy J don’t f*ck around
Сочный Джей не еб*т всех вокруг
Brand new rollie, bust it down
Новый ролли, разбил его
All this smoke, that’s a pound
Весь этот дым, это фунт
Call my car the smoker’s lounge
Мою машину называют курилкой
Cop it now, got too much sauce
Коп только что получил слишком много соуса
You gon’ f*ck around and drown
Ты собираешься потр*хаться и утонуть
And all these n****s bitin’ off the Three Six sound
И все эти н***еры кусают «Звук Три Шесть»
But you b*tches know the difference, you a bunch of clowns
Но вы с*чки знаете разницу, вы кучка клоунов
You a worker, I’m a boss
Ты рабочий, я босс.
That sh*t fake, knock it off
Это д*рьмо поддельное, выбрось его
I just left with all these b*tches, need some help to f*ck ’em all
Я просто ушел со всеми этими с*чками, Нужна чья-то помощь, чтобы тр*хнуть их всех
Drink on ice, wrist on frost
Пейте на льду, запястье на морозе
She was like, what’s the cost
Она подумала, сколько это все стоит
All night she top me off
Всю ночь она на мне
I gave her pipe, no exhaust
Я дал ей трубку, без выхлопа
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
[Припев: Wiz Khalifa]
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[Verse 3: Lil Peep]
[Куплет 3: Lil Peep]
Woke up, f*cked up
Проснулся, п*здец
Thought it was a dream
Думал, это был сон
GothBoi pulled up, Hummer, limousine (Hummer, limousine)
GothBoi задрали, Хаммер, лимузин (Хаммер, лимузин)
Life f*cked up, Lil Peep poppin’ beans
Жизнь п*здец, Лил Пип просыпал бобы
Life f*cked up, droppin’ candy in my lean (in my lean)
Жизнь п*здец, закинул конфету в лин (в свой лин)
GothBoiClique in the club, in the back
Готбой банда на обратной стороне клуба
Shawty in all black, and you know I like that
Красотка в черном, и ты знаешь, что мне это нравится
Ten toes down, I got Louis on my bag
Десять пальцев вниз, у меня Луис на сумке
Pull up on your b*tch in the Gothboi Jag (Jag)
Подтяните «Gothboi Jag» на своей с*ке
I just f*cked a goth b*tch (yeah)
Я только что тр*хнул с*ку гот (да)
Shawty sucked my whole d*mn clique (woof)
Малышка отс*сала моей банды (гав)
You be on some opp sh*t, d*mn
Ты в каком то д*рьме, черт побери.
You can s*ck my gothboi d*ck
Ты можешь сосать мой чл*н готбой
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
[Припев: Wiz Khalifa]
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Текст песни Machine Gun Kelly – Glass House (ft. Lana Del Rey)
All alone in the glass house
Lay awake ’til the sun’s out
Thank the sky when you come down
Empty in the driveway
Caffeine for the heartache
Never wanna have it my way
Yeah, I f*ck up and lose control
Burnt so many bridges, got nowhere to go
B*tches got these motives like Anna Nicole
I’m smoking cigarettes alone until it burn a hole
In my lungs, in my soul, in my denim coat
Same place I’ma keep that knife if I’ma slit my throat
This sh*t ugly, I was just with Nipsey, now he ghost
They even got my homie Pete out here, like, f*ck the jokes
D*mn
All alone in the glass house (Just keep it going)
Lay awake ’til the sun’s out
Thank the sky when you come down
Sometimes I just wanna f*cking scream or run away, I don’t know
Ayy, life’s been hard since 17
I’ve been through hell, I think I’m somewhere inbetween
Caught in purgatory, I can paint the scene
Everything turned to a nightmare from a dream
Look, wish Lil Peep and me had spoke but I can’t get that back
Just came from Pittsburgh, d*mn, I’ll miss my homie Mac
Yeah, last time I got off the stage I looked Chester in the face
But now he gone, and ain’t no going back, uh
Why don’t you throw me in the d*mn flame?
Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the d*mn flame
I’m waiting on the rain to come and wash it all away
Why don’t you throw me in the d*mn flame?
Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the d*mn flame
Lately I’ve been sick of living and nobody knows how I’m really feeling
I always hated to smile, but keep what’s killing me, hidden inside
I didn’t sign up to be the hero but I don’t want to wind up a villain
I put my daughter to bed then attempted to kill myself in the kitchen
Yeah, I should’ve screamed, but nobody listened
So I passed out with the blood dripping
In this glass house, feeling like a prison
Me and death keep tongue-kissing
I just fell out with my lil’ bro, the life getting to us
The drink getting to us, the dr*gs getting to us
It’s highway to hell and everyone knew what the f*ck were we doing
I’m feeling like
Why don’t you throw me in the d*mn flame?
Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the d*mn flame
I’m waiting on the rain to come and wash it all away
Why don’t you throw me in the d*mn flame?
Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the d*mn flame
All alone in the glass house
Lay awake ’til the sun’s out
Thank the sky when you come down
Empty in the driveway
Caffeine for the heartache
Never wanna have it my way
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Текст песни Tommy Cash – Little Molly
Tommy Montana
Little M*lly
Papa perk
Now she twerk
While I work
Little M*lly
Papa perk
Now she twerk
While I work
M*lly twerk twerk twerk twerk
M*lly twerk twerk twerk twerk
Pop a M*lly
Now she twerk
While I work
While I work
M*lly Molly M*lly Molly M*lly Molly M*lly
B*tches got too much sand
When I fly and I land
English, no understand
I got the hottest brand
I don’t shake no hand
I make my own trends
I did it years ago
For me it’s all dead
I’m so high that I look dead
All my life’s all hazy
My friend’s a doctor with meds
So it’s all amazing
Dude, you f*cking crazy
In shades
Going to clubs
So shady
Pop 12 of M*lly
Now pop 12 a day
Little M*lly
Papa perk
Now she twerk
While I work
Little M*lly
Papa perk
Now she twerk
While I work
M*lly twerk twerk twerk twerk
M*lly twerk twerk twerk twerk
Pop a M*lly
Now she twerk
While I work
While I work
M*lly Molly M*lly Molly M*lly Molly M*lly
Spent my money, now I’m broke
Money funny, you’re a joke
Dr*gs in the sock, b*tch in the love
Can I get some s*ck
Gonna feel, yeah I’m the goat
New York’s gotta both
For birthday got a rope
Little M*lly
Papa perk
Now she twerk
While I work
Little M*lly
Papa perk
Now she twerk
While I work
M*lly twerk twerk twerk twerk
M*lly twerk twerk twerk twerk
Pop a M*lly
Now she twerk
While I work
While I work
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Текст песни Kayla Nicole – BUNDLES (ft. Taylor Girlz)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (Ah)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (What?)
My friend got forty inch hair (Hair)
B*tches love to stare (Stare)
Touching her derrière (Derr—)
B*tch, you want this hair (Hair)
My b*tch is bad (Bad)
Make all you h*es look sad (Mad)
Her a*s is fat (Fat)
My a*s is flat (Flat, believe that)
My friend got forty inch hair (Hair)
B*tches love to stare (Stare)
Touching her derrière (Touch it)
B*tch, you want this hair (This hair)
My b*tch is bad (She bad)
Make all you h*es look sad (They mad)
Her a*s is fat (What?)
My a*s is flat (Flat, yuh)
Bad b*tch, a*s fat (Ooh)
Forty inch hair, yours came in a pack (Ooh)
Camel toe fat, you can see it from the back
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (Ah)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (What?)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (Ah)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (Go)
Friend came with the baby hairs (Hair)
Lame-a*s h*e can’t compare (Can’t)
Be talkin’ about me, but they built like a pear
Keep that sh*t circle, don’t fit in no square
Out-of-shape h*es can’t sit right here (Nope)
Big booty b*tch, I need two chairs
That n***a mine, b*tch, I don’t share
Say what you want, b*tch, I don’t care
My friend got forty inch hair (Hair)
B*tches love to stare (Yeah)
Touching her derrière (Yeah)
B*tch, you want this hair (Yeah)
My b*tch is bad (Bad)
Make all you h*es look sad (They mad)
Her a*s is fat (Fat)
My a*s is flat
Yeah, I say what I want, and I mean what I say (Yeah)
Just checked my account, it had more than a K (Work it)
Went out of state and came back in a day (Day)
I showed up late, but I won’t be delayed (Nuh-uh)
I ain’t do sh*t if I ain’t gettin’ paid
B*tch, I’m a snack, he want fries with this shake (Brrr)
He think he finna come lay up today (Woo)
He wanna fr*ak and take me on a date (Woo, woo)
But he can’t drown, it’s a lake
Swishin’ like water, they both gravitate
Stylin’ on b*tches like Erika Tay
B*tch, I’m a Barbie, the one you can’t take
I f*ck with the kid, but I do not play
Runnin’ on b*tches like I’m a relay (Woo)
You cannot sis me, we do not relate (Yeah)
And that ain’t my b*tch if we ain’t gettin’ cake (Hair)
My friend got forty inch hair (Yeah)
B*tches love to stare (Yeah)
Touching her derrière (What?)
B*tch, you want this hair (Uh-huh)
My b*tch is bad (Yeah)
Make all you h*es look sad (What?)
Her a*s is fat (What?)
My a*s is flat (Okay)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (Ah)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (What?)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (Uh)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (Ah)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (What?)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go (Uh)
Go bad b*tch, go bad b*tch, go
And if you weren’t dancin’ to this
That’s ’cause you ain’t a real bad b*tch
Only bad b*tches can relate to real bad b*tch sh*t
Yeah, we out
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Текст песни Orion – TTG
Oh my lord, oh my god
That girl she trained to go
Any hour, any minute man she down to roll
She so flawless, never worried bout another ho
Man I love that broad I swear to god she trained to go
Go, go, go
I think she trained to go
And everybody knows
That girl she trained to go
F*ck them other n****s all she wanna do is O
Swear to god I love that broad, bra she train to go
(Verse 1)
And that’s just how it goes
This jewelry keep me froze
Designer head to toe
Can’t spill no Henny on my clothes
By day she go to school, by night she work the pole
I done took her from her man
I don’t think that n***a knows
Plottin, politicin’ at the cribbo
It’s just me, Lijahman, Monty, my n***a Ndo
I don’t do no bimbo
Play that b*tch like a Nintendo
Then I toss em to my dawgs
You know I gotta feed my kinfolk
These hatin n****s been broke
I’m just coolin with my savage
TTG, lil PYT, on god she is not average
I’m sorry, but other b*tches they be so basic
She throwin that thing right at me I’m finna break it
(Hook)
Oh my lord, oh my god
That girl she trained to go
Any hour, any minute man she down to roll
She so flawless, never worried bout another ho
Man I love that broad I swear to god she trained to go
Go, go, go
I think she trained to go
And everybody knows
That girl she trained to go
F*ck them other n****s all she wanna do is O
Swear to god I love that broad, bra she train to go
(Verse 2)
Oh yea and that’s a fact
She my lil brat
I’m throwin all of this currency on her f*ckin back
I love the way she walk
And how she tote the strap
And if I ever take a loss, she gon get it back
Know me
My b*tch look like Naomi
Ballin like a n***a lit
My mom nicknamed me Kobe
Sippin on this f*ckin Cris’
I feel like I’m dat n***a
Swervin in the yellow ‘vette
We just like Bey & Jigga
How you claim you got respect
When your whole team Is goofy
I be up all 7 days
Livin’ life jus like a movie
Yo he say he ballin out
But he ain’t undefeated
Im just wit my TTG chick and u know she so conceded
Guarantee it
(Hook)
Oh my lord, oh my god
That girl she trained to go
Any hour, any minute man she down to roll
She so flawless, never worried bout another ho
Man I love that broad I swear to god she trained to go
Go, go, go
I think she trained to go
And everybody knows
That girl she trained to go
F*ck them other n****s all she wanna do is O
Swear to god I love that broad, bra she train to go
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Текст песни Rihanna – Bad Bitch (ft. Beyoncé)
[Beyoncé]
He wanna feel my summer rain
The thunder roll yeah he wanna bang
All of these b*tches but he want the coldest yeah
Cuz you prima donnas got nothin’ on me
Classy, seductive, a devil in Prada yeah
Turn on your cameras there’s something to see
[Both]
I guess I got a reputation now
Call me Cruella, Medusa, that’s something I’m used to
I-I-I I’m sure you heard the story
And I’m the one to blame
A thousand hearts are broken
But love is a game so f*ck what you sayin’
[Beyoncé]
Lord knows, I must be a 10
I’m a 12 to a 10
You can’t f*ck with me
No Lord, Lord knows, this sh*t be everything
Don’t give a f*ck but I’m celibate
I’m on my selfish sh*t
You cain’t mess with this
Cuz I’ma
Bad b*tch
Bad b*tch
Bad b*tch
Bad b*tch
(K-K-K-Killin’ these h*es)
They tellin’ me
They tellin’ me
(K-Killin’ these n****s)
They tellin’ me
They tellin’ me
Killin’ these h*es
Killin’ these n****s
K-K-K-Killin’ these h*es
Killin’ these n****s
[Beyoncé]
Get a space where my heart was
There’s a crater
I got feelings but no hard ones
See you later
Get a space where my heart was
There’s a crater
(But I got, But I got)
I got feelings but no hard ones
See you later
[Rihanna]
I guess I got a reputation now
Call me Cruella, Medusa, that’s something I’m used to
I-I-I I’m sure you heard the story
And I’m the one to blame
A thousand hearts are broken
But love is a game so f*ck what you sayin’
[Both]
Lord knows, I must be a 10
I’m a 12 to a 10
You can’t f*ck with me
No Lord, Lord knows, this sh*t be everything
Don’t give a f*ck but I’m celibate
I’m on my selfish sh*t
You cain’t mess with this
Cuz I’ma
Bad b*tch
Bad b*tch
Bad b*tch
Bad b*tch
(K-K-K-Killin’ these h*es)
They tellin’ me
They tellin’ me
(K-Killin’ these n****s)
They tellin’ me
They tellin’ me
Killin’ these h*es
Killin’ these n****s
K-K-K-Killin’ these h*es
Killin’ these n****s
[Rihanna]
Get a space where my heart was
There’s a crater
I got feelings but no hard ones
See you later
Get a space where my heart was
There’s a crater
(But I got, But I got)
I got feelings but no hard ones
See you later
Bad b*tch
Bad b*tch
Bad b*tch
Bad b*tch
(K-K-K-Killin’ these h*es)
They tellin’ me
They tellin’ me
(But I got but I got)
(K-Killin’ these n****s)
They tellin’ me
They tellin’ me
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Текст песни Dr. Dre – Gospel (ft. Eminem)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
C’mon (Yo, we gotta do whatever)
Alright (Check, check, check, check, check)
Get ’em!
Cut ’em undercover, timeless, ready for ’em, progress
Feelin’ like I’m just gettin’ started
Two shots back for my dearly departed
Uh, you are now dealin’ with a monster, boss sh*t, profits
Doc Dre, b*tch, I’m a prophet
Black Wall Street, n****s know where the stock is
Heh, try me, n****s never see me, but it ain’t hard to find me
Heh, unwinding, sh*t’s blinding, still grinding, uprising
Agh, stop talking ’bout the past, I’m the future, n***a
Agh, n***a like me still here, motherf*cker, go figure
Lookin’ for my next gold digger
This summer here gon’ be colder than winter
Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions
And you can go missing, put that on my children
Bet that, n***a, what? Regret that, run it up
Heh, and I’m about to sum it up
This sh*t here that problem, livin’ at the bottom of a bottle
«Full throttle» my motto, ehh
F*ckin’ with me like f*ckin’ with the lotto
That awful in your nostril, in a brothel, this is gospel
Yeah, I’ma need all that, pronto
Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride ’til I die
Give a f*ck if you b*tches die
Put a motherf*cking hole in your face
Back up, b*tch, don’t even try
I am that motherf*cker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what d*pe is (Yeah)
Hip-hop sh*t sell better than the coke did
Like a satanic cult
It’s an old ritual slaughtering GOATS, b*tch (GOATS, b*tch, yeah)
You’re f*cking with the original, flow’s sick
And anybody can get it: COVID (F*ck with that?)
I done wrote sh*t that was so sharp
I could slit my own f*cking throat with it
So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders
And I’m about as approachable as a roach is (Roach is, yeah)
So better steer clear from him
Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums
Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce
We’re on another tier like a tear duct’s upper echelon (Yeah)
Your career sucks (Meaning what?), it was sheer luck (Like what?)
Like a f*ckin’ leprechaun with its beard cut
(Still a) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (Haha)
You’re slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
(And I what?) I serial kill, and you’re Kellogg’s
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you’re a fake b*tch (B*tch)
I could spot you like you ’bout to weight lift (Yeah)
B*tch, I’m badder than cake mix
(But I) Can’t be whipped with egg beaters (Nah)
You cunts must be out of your labias, and God is my alias
So if I don’t have faith in me then it basically makes me an atheist
(Woo) Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas
In a chokehold and a sleeper (Snores)
Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (Woof)
We’re both in our lab coats like retrievers
But like a Doberman, I’m a whole different breed of (What?)
Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah)
Oh, you’re the king of rap? You ’bout to be overthrown
Like a pass over the head of an open receiver
This sh*t could end up comin’ to blows like a wiener (Haha)
But I ain’t finished puttin’ these h*es through the wringer (Nah)
Like clothes in between the two rollers, and– wait, no
What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat ’em like thread (Why?)
That’s how I wound up sewin’ Machine up
So, f*cks, if you don’t give up me, then time to ride and die (Yeah)
‘Cause you’re either both or you’re neither (Yeah)
Throw a middle finger up (Yeah) if you’re rollin’ (Yeah)
But, me, I’m gonna—
Ride ’til I die
Give a f*ck if you b*tches die
Put a motherf*cking hole in your face
Back up, b*tch, don’t even try
I am that motherf*cker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what d*pe is
Hip-hop sh*t sell better than the coke did
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Текст песни BIA – WHOLE LOTTA MONEY (ft. Nicki Minaj, Remix)
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker (Barbia, BIA, BIA)
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
Ain’t gon’ keep me ’round no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old
Ain’t gon’ keep me ’round no ho sh*t, these h*es get too bold
I’m allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes, yeah
I can’t wear the sh*t you b*tches wear because it’s cheap to me
It’s some money at my table, grab a seat with me
Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees
I don’t hang with jealous b*tches, that’s a weak disease
Ho, don’t run up
If you broke and in my business, then just shut up
I invested in my body, b*tch, I’m done up
I look good, I like to f*ck him when the sun up, uh
I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega (Uh)
And I keep it with me just so that I’m feeling safer
Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega (Brr)
B*tch, I’m getting money, give a f*ck about a hater
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
Ain’t gon’ keep me ’round no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old
Ain’t gon’ keep me ’round no ho sh*t, these h*es get too bold
I’m allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes (Ayo)
I put on my jewelry just to s*ck my n***a off (Off)
Fingers on his bal*s like I’m ’bout to tell him, «Cough» (Cough)
Wait, hold on, Holiday
You can’t give it to ’em dry like that
You gotta get that sh*t wet first
You gotta prep them for sh*t like that
Bring that sh*t back, bring that sh*t the f*ck back
I put on my jewelry just to go out by the pool (Pool)
And I keep it with me case somebody act a fool (Fool)
Pucci on my coochie, I’ma make these n****s drool (Drool)
Higher than the moon, but I’m in tune, so don’t run up (Brrap)
‘Cause if you run up (Brrap)
I guarantee you ain’t gon’ leave looking done up (Uh-uh)
Some likkle Chinese bangs with the bun up
I got the crown, lil’ b*tch, you just a run’ up (Oh)
I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that I’m feeling safer
Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega
B*tch, I’m getting money, give a f*ck about a hater
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
Ain’t gon’ keep me ’round no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old
Ain’t gon’ keep me ’round no ho sh*t, these h*es get too bold
I’m allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes (Mm)
Ayo, BIA (Huh?)
I just bent the block, all these b*tches wanna be ya
Prolly cause my waist gone, money long, Nia
Well, I ain’t talking cars, long hair, don’t KIA
In a twin seater, you Tamera? What’s Tia?
My p*ssy pretty, I f*ck ’em like p*rn stars
Ain’t playing basketball, but my b*tches is all stars
That Richie on my wrist ’cause I’m richer than most broads
Yo, Nick’, these b*tches trippin’, let’s send ’em a postcard (Haha, brr)
I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that I’m feeling safer
Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega
B*tch, I’m getting money, give a f*ck about a hater
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
Ain’t gon’ keep me ’round no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old
Ain’t gon’ keep me ’round no ho sh*t, these h*es get too bold
I’m allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes
BIA, BIA
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Текст песни Megan Thee Stallion – Thot Shit
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit, then a b*tch get toxic
(Why the f*ck you in the club when n****s wildin’?)
I’ve been lit since brunch, t*ot sh*t
Order ’42 for the table, let’s pop sh*t
Missionary or doggystyle, I’ma top sh*t
P*ssy-a*s n****s hatin’ on me from the closet, ah
H*es tryna call me a snake, sh*t, I guess I can relate
‘Cause a b*tch spit a whole lotta venom
And since these h*es all rats, when they come around me
All I see is a whole lotta dinner
I walk around the house b*tt-naked
And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
I don’t give a f*ck who talk behind my back
‘Cause the b*tch knew better than to let me hear her (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t (T*ot sh*t)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t (T*ot sh*t)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
H*es said they wish a b*tch would, and I’m a genie
B*tch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
He got a girl, but he keep beggin’ to see me
I love it when a n***a got a mouth full of VVs
No, I’m not a patient, but I let him treat me
I gotta be a doctor how I’m orderin’ CCs
Go to your place, no face, no case
Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith
I remember h*es used to clap for me happily
Now I’m bossed up and them same h*es mad at me
Acting like they ridin’, whole time tryna pass me
Watchin’ me go through it and still tryna drag me
Actin’ like you winnin’, if you think about it, actually
Are they supportin’ you or really just attackin’ me?
I don’t give a f*ck ’bout a blog tryna bash me
I’m the sh*t per the Recording Academy (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t (T*ot sh*t)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t (T*ot sh*t)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Drinkin’ out the motherf*ckin’ bottle on my t*ot sh*t
Everything I eat go straight to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
Goth girl sh*t, I’m a real hot topic
F*ckin’ on a n***a, make him sing, on some pop sh*t
I need a real headbanger, on some rock sh*t
P*ssy like cr*ck, wanna hit it like d*pe
Got a real hot box, but a b*tch don’t smoke (Ah)
Hot girl, but I’m still the coldest, hey
I’m the big homie, but I ain’t the oldest, hmm
B*tch dry hatin’, tryna get noticed
Man, ain’t nobody come to see you, Otis, look
How many b*tches lyin’ if they say they bars is better?
They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto
I’m really talkin’, but it really can apply to whoever
My pen a fr*ak, it’ll go after a b*tch or a n***a (Huh)
Big bank take lil’ bank, b*tch, add it up
H*es takin’ shots, but they ain’t in my caliber
Booked, but I squeeze a lil’ head in my calendar
Lookin’ in the mirror like, «D*mn, I don’t brag enough»
LVs, double C’s, Birkins, I’m workin’
My chain ain’t hittin’ if a b*tch ain’t hurtin’
Look, I ain’t even finna argue with a b*tch
One thing I know, two things for certain
None of these h*es sayin’ sh*t to my face
And none of these h*es finna see me at the bank
And I’ma keep talkin’ all the sh*t that I want
And I dare one of these h*es come tell me I can’t
We ain’t even speakin’ if the n***a ain’t spendin’
He could never say that I was one of his women
I don’t even let n****s know where I stay
I’ll be damned if he thinkin’ he poppin’ up on this pimpin’ (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t (T*ot sh*t)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t (T*ot sh*t)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ a*s, on my t*ot sh*t
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
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I got b tches a2m перевод
(Куплет 1)
Итак, малышка в клубе, танцует за бабки
Она заработывает себе на Gucci, на Fendi, на Prada
На BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
Она кормит их глупыми обещаниями, а они не против заплатить за это по полной программе
А я сказал пару фраз как гангстер, без понтов, и моя речь привлекла ее
Я с ней развлекался в отеле Ramada часом позднее
Эти дураки, говорят ей, что думают о ней
Я нашел эту сучку в баре и пытался выпить за ее счет поскорей
Ей нравится мой стиль, моя улыбка и то, как я говорю
Она из деревни и я нравлюсь ей, потому что я из New-York’а, я так думаю
Я с ней не потому, что хочу, чтобы мне сделали минет
Я с ней потому, что хочу заработать себе на обед
Я могу не волноваться о том, как она себя в постели ведет
Она находит с кем встретится, встречается, а после бабки мне дает
Смотри малышка, все просто, это короткий разговор
Ты имеешь дело со мной, а я никто иной как С-У-Т-Е-Н-Е-Р )))
В Голливуде говорят, что не такого бизнеса, как шоу-бизнес
На районе говорят, что нет такого бизнеса как сутенерство
Говорят, что я говорю немного быстро, но ты просто слушай быстрее
Я не собираюсь говорить медленее специально для тебя, сука
(Chorus)
I don’t know what you heard about me
But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Repeat)
(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I’m shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I’m done I ain’t gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it’s secret, but you ain’t gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I’ll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I’ll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain’t paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there’s no b’ness like show b’ness
In the hood they say, there’s no b’ness like hoe b’ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain’t got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
Текст песни Megan Thee Stallion – Girls in the Hood
F*ck bein’ good, I’m a bad b*tch (Ah)
I’m sick of motherf*ckers tryna tell me how to live (F*ck y’all)
Wack h*es hate under my pictures on the ‘Gram (Ugh)
B*tch, you better hope I never run across your man, uh
In the mall with him, I’ma have a ball with him (Yeah, yeah, woah)
Somebody call Rihanna, I’ma buy some drawers with him
He f*ckin’ with Thee Stallion ’cause he into wild women (He love wild women)
Put them legs on his head, now he love tall women (Yeah, yeah, ah)
You’ll never catch me callin’ these n****s daddy (Nope)
I ain’t lyin’ ’bout my nut just to make a n***a happy (N***a, please)
Lifestyle when a n***a can’t fit a Magnum
It never happened if the d*ck wasn’t snappin’ (Ayy, woo)
I’m a hot girl, I do hot sh*t (I do hot sh*t)
Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)
I don’t text quick ’cause I ain’t thirsty (I ain’t thirsty)
These b*tches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)
I’m a hot girl, I do hot sh*t (I do hot sh*t)
Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)
I don’t text quick ’cause I ain’t thirsty (I ain’t thirsty)
These b*tches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)
Any rumor ’bout me, let me dead it (Let me dead it)
I’m a open book and your man probably read it (Ah)
Looked at my AP and these h*es still pathetic (Mmm)
Real b*tches back when I check my Patek, yeah (Yeah, yeah, woah)
Yeah, he call me Patty Cake ’cause the way that a*s shake (Yeah, yeah, a*s shake)
I’ma make him eat me out while I’m watchin’ anime (Wow, wow, anime)
P*ssy like a Wild Fox, lookin’ for a Sasuke (Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah)
One night with him make him lose it like a prom date (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Two watches, yeah, call me two-timin’ (Two-timin’)
Skin like gold and my teeth like diamonds (Yeah, yeah, like diamonds)
Hot Girl chain, Elliot got me shinin’ (Yeah)
They tried to knock me off, but a b*tch still grindin’
I’m a hot girl, I do hot sh*t (I do hot sh*t)
Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)
I don’t text quick ’cause I ain’t thirsty (I ain’t thirsty)
These b*tches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)
I’m a hot girl, I do hot sh*t (I do hot sh*t)
Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)
I don’t text quick ’cause I ain’t thirsty (I ain’t thirsty)
These b*tches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)
I’m a rich n***a magnet (Yeah), pretty with a fatty (With a fatty)
Thirty-inch weave with the long eyelashes (Blah, long eyelashes)
Yes, I got a man if I don’t like who askin’ (Boy, bye)
I don’t stand outside ’cause I’m too outstandin’ (Ah)
‘Cause the girls in the hood are always hard
Ever since sixteen, I been havin’ a job
Knowin’ nothin’ in life, but I gotta get rich
You could check the throwback pics, I been that b*tch (Uh)
I’m a hot girl, I do hot sh*t (I do hot sh*t)
Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)
I don’t text quick ’cause I ain’t thirsty (I ain’t thirsty)
These b*tches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)
I’m a hot girl, I do hot sh*t (I do hot sh*t)
Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)
I don’t text quick ’cause I ain’t thirsty (I ain’t thirsty)
These b*tches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)
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Текст песни Doja Cat – Kiss Me More (ft. SZA)
We hug and, yes, we make love
And always just say goodnight (La-la-la-la-la-la)
And we cuddle, sure, I do love it
But I need your lips on mine
Can you kiss me more?
We’re so young, boy, we ain’t got nothin’ to lose, uh-oh
It’s just principle
Baby, hold me ’cause I like the way you groove, uh-oh
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (La-la-la-la-la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (La-la-la-la-la-la)
I, I feel like f*ckin’ somethin’
But we could be corny, f*ck it
Sugar, I ain’t no dummy, dummy
I likе to say, «What if? «, but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might bе onto somethin’
I ain’t givin’ you one in public
I’m givin’ you hundreds, f*ck it
Somethin’ we just gotta get into
Sign first, middle, last on the wisdom tooth
N****s wishin’ that the p*ssy was a kissin’ booth
Taste breakfast, lunch, and gin and juice
And that dinner just like dessert too
And when we French, refresh, gimme two
When I bite that lip, come get me too
He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too, huh
Can you kiss me more?
We’re so young, boy, we ain’t got nothin’ to lose, uh-oh
It’s just principle
Baby, hold me ’cause I like the way you groove, uh-oh
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (La-la-la-la-la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
Say give me a buck, need that gushy st*ff
Push the limit, no, you ain’t good enough
All your n****s say that you lost without me
All my b*tches feel like I dodged the county
F*ckin’ with you feel like jail, n***a
I can’t even exhale, n***a
P*ssy like holy grail, you know that
You gon’ make me need bail, you know that
Caught dippin’ with your friend
You ain’t even half man, lyin’ on your—, you know that
Got me a bag full of brick, you know that
Control, don’t slow the pace if I throw back
All this a*s for real (Ah)
Drama make you feel (Ah)
Fantasy and whip appeal is all I can give you
Can you kiss me more?
We’re so young, boy, we ain’t got nothin’ to lose, uh-oh
It’s just principle
Baby, hold me ’cause I like the way you groove, uh-oh
Oh, darlin’
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
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Текст песни Freddie Dredd – Cha Cha
Noite de luar, a brisa feito o mar
Eu no teu olhar, uma estrela no céu
Sinto seu desejo ao querer o meu beijo
E na hula uma lua de mel
Danço a hula huki e o cha-cha-cha
Sou estrela no céu
Vem tocar meu corpo sensual
Quero ouvir você chamar
Danço a hula huki e o cha-cha-cha
Sou estrela no céu
Vem tocar meu corpo sensual
Quero ouvir você chamar
D*mn, son
These b*tches want some
«Hey, Freddie, can I, umm? »
No, b*tch, you f*cking d*mb
D*mn, son
These b*tches want some
«Hey, Freddie, can I, umm? »
No, b*tch, you f*cking d*mb
Hello- hello, b*tch, what you want?
Hittin’ up my phone up on some bullsh*t, huh
Think I give a d*mn about a stealing your ‘gram?
B*tch, I’m gonna rob you, b*tch, I’m on a mission
Don’t wanna s*ck? Then I don’t give a f*ck
Run your sh*t, sl*t, then get my nut
Better not be in the streets
Run up on me, hear a “bap bap” then a screech
I don’t mean to help you
But I need more money
Kinda funny how the Freddie
Run up on you, you a dummy
Uh oh, I think I gotta go
Big b*tch, what you wanna know?
Made a hit though, kick the back do’
Big blast made a flash hole, hole
D*mn, son
These b*tches want some
«Hey, Freddie, can I, umm? »
No, b*tch, you f*cking d*mb
D*mn, son
These b*tches want some
«Hey, Freddie, can I, umm? »
No, b*tch, you f*cking d*mb
D*mn, son
These b*tches want some
«Hey, Freddie, can I, umm? »
No, b*tch, you f*cking d*mb
Noite de luar, a brisa feito o mar
Eu no teu olhar, uma estrela no céu
Sinto seu desejo ao querer o meu beijo
E na hula uma lua de mel
Danço a hula huki e o cha-cha-cha
Sou estrela no céu
Vem tocar meu corpo sensual
Quero ouvir você chamar
Danço a hula huki e o cha-cha-cha
Sou estrela no céu
Vem tocar meu corpo sensual
Quero ouvir você chamar
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Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name
She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Her weapons were her crystal eyes
Making every man a man
Black as the dark night she was
Got what no-one else had
Wa!
She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name
She’s got it
Yeah, baby, she’s got it
I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Well, I’m your Venus, I’m your fire
At your desire
Богиня с поднебесных гор
Сияет в серебре огней.
Слились в ней красота, любовь,
Венера имя ей.
Сразила, напрочь ведь сразила.
Да, я Венера, и я пламя
В твоём желанье.
Да, я Венера, и я пламя
В твоём желанье.
Её оружье дерзкость глаз,
С ног сбивает этот взгляд.
И нет спасенья для Вас,
Ведь её чар не снять.
Вау!
1.С деревьев падает листва,
И с неба мелкий дождик льёт,
А ты стоишь совсем одна,
Все думаешь, что он прийдёт.
Припев: Венера,/ о прекрасная Венера,/
Словно солнце,/ словно небо,/
О! Венера.
Словно солнце,/ словно небо,/
О! Венера.
Припев: К амбару/ Мы поспешили к амбару
С ней на пару /Дали жару
Под «Шизгару» /С ней на пару /Дали жару
Под «Шизгару»
К амбару/ Мы поспешили к амбару
С ней на пару /Дали жару
Под «Шизгару» /С ней на пару /Дали жару
Под «Шизгару»
Shoking Blue-«Venus»
Автор: Народный пацанский (Вольный перевод)
На улице уже темно
Луна глядит в твое окно
быть может не легла ты спать
Быть можем мы пойдем гулять
А на улице гитары.
Все поют гитары.
В твоем окне как во сне
Твой силуэт.
Текст песни Saweetie – My Type (Sweetie)
Hennessy on my lips, take a little sip
Privacy on the door, I’ma make the sh*t grip
Rich n***a, eight-figure, that’s my type
That’s my type, n***a that’s my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that’s good pipe
Bad b*tch, I’ma ride the d*ck all night
Rich n***a, eight-figure, that’s my type
That’s my type, n***a that’s my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that’s good pipe
That’s my type, n***a that’s my type
New wrist, new whip, ride around dipped
I can see why, all these basic h*es p*ssed
Bust down wrist, not a bust down b*tch (Ah)
Said I want your man, no the f*ck I don’t sis (Uh, uh)
If he a rich n***a, why he still hitting licks? (Licks)
N****s spending bread but he still can’t hit
B*tch please (B*tch), Lamborghini keys
P*ssy dripping ice, he get flown out to me
B*tch please, I want a man with the Bs (Yeah)
P*ssy from the Bay, Goin d*mb on the D
Hennessy on my lips, take a little sip
Privacy on the door, I’ma make the sh*t grip
Rich n***a, eight-figure, that’s my type
That’s my type, n***a that’s my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that’s good pipe
Bad b*tch, I’ma ride the d*ck all night
Rich n***a, eight-figure, that’s my type
That’s my type, n***a that’s my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that’s good pipe
That’s my type, n***a that’s my type
New wrist, new whip, ride around dipped
I can see why all these basic h*es p*ssed
Messy h*es like to pop sh*t (Messy h*es)
You the type that’s f*ckin’ for the rent (You a t*ot)
All on another n***a d*ck (On the d*ck)
Hair ain’t nothin’ with a inch (Hahaha)
Do it on his face with a thizz (Ugh)
I’m a boss tycoon with the sh*t (What)
Run it up (Uh), pin it up, big butts (Ayy, ayy)
Try your luck (Uh), you know my b*tches been touched
Hennessy on my lips, take a little sip
Privacy on the door, I’ma make the sh*t grip
Rich n***a, eight-figure, that’s my type
That’s my type, n***a that’s my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that’s good pipe
Bad b*tch, I’ma ride the d*ck all night
Rich n***a, eight-figure, that’s my type
That’s my type, n***a that’s my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that’s good pipe
That’s my type, n***a that’s my type
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Текст песни MiyaGi & Andy Panda – Get Up (Мияги и Эндшпиль)
Shake b*tches!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo
Shake Beats!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo
Get Up! Get Up!
Yo! Yo
Get Up! Get Up!
Yo! Yo
Get Up! Get Up!
Yo! Yo
Get Up! Get Up!
Yo! Yo
Get Up! Get Up!
Смоук эврибади
Are you ready ma your body?
Юзал музыку, сныкал в книгу гербарий
Give it up!
Я колдую на битах, музыка в басах
Содрогает шпонка
Биг трабл ватс ап!
Shake b*tches!
Get Up, Get Up
Big buddy, love man
Get Up, Get Up
Babylone, hands up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Shake b*tches!
Get Up, Get Up
Big buddy, love man
Get Up, Get Up
Babylone, hands up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Shake b*tches!
Get Up, Get Up
Big buddy, love man
Get Up, Get Up
Babylone, hands up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Shake b*tches!
Get Up, Get Up
Big buddy, love man
Get Up, Get Up
Babylone, hands up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up!
Yo! Yo!
Get Up, Get Up!
Yo! Yo
Get Up, Get Up!
Yo! Yo
Get Up, Get Up!
Yo!
Shake b*tches!
Get Up, Get Up
Big buddy, love man
Get Up, Get Up
Babylone, hands up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Shake b*tches!
Get Up, Get Up
Big buddy, love man
Get Up, Get Up
Babylone, hands up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Shake b*tches!
Get Up, Get Up
Big buddy, love man
Get Up, Get Up
Babylone, hands up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Shake b*tches!
Get Up, Get Up
Big buddy, love man
Get Up, Get Up
Babylone, hands up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up
Get Up, Get Up!
Yo! Yo!
Get Up, Get Up!
Yo! Yo!
Get Up, Get Up!
Yo! Yo!
Get Up, Get Up!
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Перевод песни Black Eyed Peas I Gotta Feeling
I Gotta Feeling
I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night
That tonight’s gonna be a good night
That tonight’s gonna be a good good night (x3)
Tonight’s the night night
Let’s live it up
I got my money
Let’s spend it up
Go out and smash it
Like Oh My God
Jump off that sofa
Let’s get get OFF
I know that we’ll have a ball
If we get down
And go out
And just lose it all
I feel stressed out
I wanna let it go
Let’s go way out spaced out
And losing all control
Fill up my cup
Look at her dancing
Just take it off
Let’s paint the town
We’ll shut it down
Let’s burn the roof
And then we’ll do it again
Let’s do it (x3)
And live it up
I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night
That tonight’s gonna be a good night
That tonight’s gonna be a good good night (x3)
Tonight’s the night
Let’s live it up
I got my money
Lets spend it up
Go out and smash it
Like Oh My God
Jump off that sofa
Lets get get OFF
Fill up my cup (Drink)
Look at her dancing (Move it
Move it)
Just take it off
Let’s paint the town
We’ll shut it down
Let’s burn the roof
And then we’ll do it again
Let’s do it (x3)
Let’s live it up
Here we come
Here we go
We gotta rock
Easy come
Easy go
Now we on top
Feel the shot
Body rock
Rock it don’t stop
Round and round
Up and down
Around the clock
У меня есть чувство
У меня есть чувство, что сегодня будет хорошая ночь,
Что сегодня будет хорошая ночь,
Что сегодня будет хорошая ночь (x3)
Сегодня как раз та самая ночь,
Давайте веселиться!
У меня есть деньги,
Давайте их тратить!
Выходите и сносите все на своем пути,
Чтобы потом говорили «О, Боже мой!»
Прыгайте со своих диванов,
Мы уходим в отрыв!
Я знаю, что мы устроим вечеринку
И будем танцевать,
Гулять
И безумствовать!
Я чувствую себя расслабленной,
Я хочу забыть о всем.
Давайте пьянеть, дурачиться
и терять контроль над собой!
Наполни мой бокал.
Посмотри, как она танцует.
Просто снимай одежду.
Давайте раскрасим город
Мы остановим его!
Давайте подожжем крыши!
А затем сделаем это снова
Давайте делать это (x3)
И веселиться!
У меня есть чувство, что сегодня будет хорошая ночь,
Что сегодня будет хорошая ночь,
Что сегодня будет хорошая ночь (x3)
Сегодня как раз та самая ночь,
Давайте веселиться!
У меня есть деньги,
Давайте их тратить!
Выходите и сносите все на своем пути,
Чтобы потом говорили «О, Боже мой!»
Прыгайте со своих диванов,
Мы уходим в отрыв!
Наполни мой бокал (пей)
Посмотри, как она танцует (двигайся, двигайся)
Просто снимай одежду.
Давайте раскрасим город
Мы остановим его!
Давайте подожжем крыши!
А затем сделаем это снова
Давайте делать это (x3)
И веселиться!
Вот и мы!
Мы двигаемся
И зажигаем!
Как пришло,
так и ушло.
Теперь мы на высоте!
Почувствуй мгновение!
Двигай телом,
Двигайся и не останавливайся!
Без конца, по кругу,
Вверх и вниз, вправо и влево
Сутки напролёт!
Текст песни Jhené Aiko – B’s + H’s
You are such a man
You got the whole world in your hands
But you be playing
F*cking all the girls she can’t stand
B*tches and h*es
So many b*tches and h*es
But they don’t know
I bet they don’t even know, oh
That you live in her home
Eating all of her food
She be paying your bills
Buying all of your clothes
And she pay for your phone
You be thinking you on
With your ain’t-sh*t friends
Did you pick up your kids?
She be watching your kids
You gon’ f*ck around and find out
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, you gon’ f*ck around and find out
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You gon’ f*ck around and find out
It does not get better
You cannot do better
And you will regret it
Oh yeah, you gon’ f*ck around and find yourself by yourself
Find yourself, that might help
Traded it all in for, messing with all of your.
B*tches and h*es
So many b*tches and h*es
But they don’t know
I bet they don’t even know
Don’t know
That you live in her home
Eating all of her food
She be paying your bills
Buying all of your clothes
And she pay for your phone
You be thinking you on
With your ain’t-sh*t friends
Did you pick up your kids?
Did you pick up your kids?
She be watching your kids, oh, oh
You gon’ f*ck around and find out
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You gon’ f*ck around and find out
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You gon’ f*ck around and find out
You got, you got so
You got so many, you got so many
You got too many, you got too many
You got soft
That type of sh*t you be doing
That’s some weak sh*t that you on
These b*tches don’t got no feelings
They don’t got no senses
They don’t got no soul, don’t got no soul
You know that I’m right and you know that you wrong
Running ’round loving these h*es
Running ’round thinking these women is at your disposal
That is a no-no-no
Just so you know-know-know
There is a difference between a woman, a b*tch, and a h*e-oh-oh
Switch up the flow-ow-ow
N****s, let’s talk about all these n****s
They be the main ones be trippin’
They be the main ones be acting like b*tches and h*es
Yeah you know that I know
Off the top of the dome
Better than any b*tch that came before me
Who are you kidding? Your whole swag is stolen
You know that you owe me
Yeah I am the only one, I am the chosen one
Yeah, I am the chosen one
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Текст песни 21 Savage – Rich Nigga Shit (ft. Metro Boomin, Young Thug)
This world’s all about money and p*ssy
And you need to figure that out
Once you figure that out
You’ll be better off in life
(Metro Boomin want some more, n***a)
Rich n***a sh*t, I do a lot of
N***a, we be sippin’ out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin’ Prada
Hoppin’ out the PJ with a model
Swimmin’ in a baddie, tryna drown
Every n***a with me got style
I won’t put a watch on ‘less it cost a hundred thou’
I want all the money and the power
She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me
I did a 69 with her friend, I’m prayin’ to God she don’t tell on me
Used to ride MARTA, now a n***a gettin’ head in the Cullinan
Percocet got me floatin’ like a butterfly, but I’ll sting you like a bumblebee
Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back
Off-White jeans look like cooked cr*ck
I call the Porsche stomach ’cause the sh*t snatch
Gave my girl a dub, now her b*tt fat
You might take your women to the Louis store
My b*tches be askin’, «Where’s Chanel at? »
I know you see them crosses, yeah, that’s Chrome Hearts
All this water on me, where the whales at?
Stars in the ceilin’, I’m where God at
This supercharger whine like the car mat
Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg
I be droppin’ bombs like Baghdad
Rich n***a sh*t, I do a lot of
N***a, we be sippin’ out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin’ Prada
Hoppin’ out the PJ with a model
Swimmin’ in a baddie, tryna drown
Every n***a with me got style
I won’t put a watch on ‘less it cost a hundred thou’
I want all the money and the power
Yeah, I’ve been in the vault with the gold in the back (Ayy)
No longer my dawg ’cause you told, you a rat (Ayy)
Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin’ ’round
In the town where the pipes have you loud out the back (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Five hundred racks what it cost to be exact
And it takes one mil’, five hundred thousand racks (Yeah)
I ain’t even take the Rolls-Royce truck back (Yeah, yeah)
Bought the new one with the stars and the wheelbase stretched
You can open up the door, but you ain’t gotta close it back (Woo)
Everything electric, baby, everything a blessing (It’s a blessing)
Keep a ring and a Rollie for your next b*tch (Yeah)
N****s riding round in Chargers tryna split sh*t (Slatt)
I been ridin’ with a cutter, call it stick shift (Brr)
When I eat, I got a Goyard handkerchief (Yeah)
Keep lil’ mama on her knees and her ankle lift (Facts)
I can get ’em knocked off without a finger lift
Rich n***a sh*t, I do a lot of
N***a, we be sippin’ out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin’ Prada
Hoppin’ out the PJ with a model
Swimmin’ in a baddie, tryna drown
Every n***a with me got style
I won’t put a watch on ‘less it cost a hundred thou’
I want all the money and the power
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Перевод песни I’ve got a feeling (Beatles, the)
I’ve got a feeling
У меня есть такое чувство
I’ve got a feeling, a feeling deep inside, oh yeah
Oh, yeah, that’s right
I’ve got a feeling, a feeling I can’t hide, oh no no
oh no, oh no
Yeah, yeah
I’ve got a feeling, yeah
Oh please believe me, I’d hate to miss the train
Oh yeah yeah oh yeah
And if you leave me, I won’t be late again
oh no, oh no, oh no
yeah, yeah
I’ve got a feeling, yeah
I’ve got a feeling
All these years I’ve been wandering around
wondering how come nobody told me
All that I was looking for was somebody
who looked like you
I’ve got a feeling
that keeps me on my toes
oh yeah, oh yeah
I’ve got a feeling that everybody knows
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
yeah, yeah
I’ve got a feeling, yeah
Yeah
Everybody had a hard year
Everybody had a good time
Everybody had a wet dream
Everybody saw the sun shine
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Everybody had a good year
Everybody let their hair down
Everybody pulled their socks up
Everybody put their foot down
oh yeah
Everybody had a good year
Everybody had a hard time
Everybody had a wet dream
Everybody saw the sun shine
Everybody had a good year
Everybody let their hair down
Everybody pulled their socks up
Everybody put their foot down
oh yeah
I’ve got a feeling
I’ve got a feeling
I’ve got a feeling, yeah
Я что-то чувствую глубоко внутри, о да
О да, вот так
У меня есть чувство, которое не скроешь
О нет, нет
Да, да
У меня такое чувство, да
Пожалуйста, поверь мне,
Я не хочу упустить возможность
О да, да, о да
Если ты уйдешь от меня,
Я больше не буду опаздывать
О нет, нет, никогда
Я что-то чувствую
Все эти года я просто слонялся вокруг
Поражаясь, что мне ничего не рассказали
Всё, что я искал, — это кого-то,
Похожего на тебя
У меня есть чувство,
Которое держит меня в готовности
О да, о да
Это чувство, знакомое многим
О да, о да, о да
Да, ага
У меня такое чувство,
О да
У всех случался тяжёлый год,
Все знавали прекрасное время
У всех были страстные сны
Все видели этот лучик солнца
О да, о да, о да
Для всех это был хороший год
Все расслабились
Все засучили рукава
Все принимали твёрдые решения
О да
Все знавали прекрасное время
У всех случался тяжёлый год
У всех были страстные сны
Все видели этот лучик солнца
Для всех это был хороший год
Все расслабились
Все засучили рукава
Все принимали твёрдые решения
О да
У меня такое чувство
Я что-то чувствую
О, это ощущение
Повседневный английский сленг
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В последнее время стала заметна тенденция того, что разговорной английский постепенно идет по пути упрощения. Людям, изучающим английский язык, будет крайне интересно попытаться разобраться в нюансах повседневного сленга, с которыми рано или поздно придется столкнуться. Дело в том, что очень многие хорошо известные всем слова могут приобрести совершенно иной смысл в сленговых выражениях, и даже настоящий профессиональный переводчик может не понять речи человека из штатов Колорадо, Техаса или любого другого, так как в каждом отдельном регионе язык несколько отличается. Все дело в повседневном сленге.
Got it!
Возьмем для примера глагол «to get», он имеет много значений, и им очень часто пользуются американцы. Более того, им часто заменяются многие другие глаголы.
Например:
Очень важно быть внимательным с тем, как вы используете «get» в отношении одушевленных лиц. Если сказать, например, «I got Bobby» — то эту фразу можно перевести как «Я пристрелил Бобби». Если эту же фразу применить к женщине, то она может быть понята как попытка домогательства к женщине. Отсюда следует, что глаголом «get» заменяются другие глаголы. Например: «I’ve loved you since I got you». Вот еще одно сленговое значение слова get. Несмотря на то, что оно применяется к человеку, оно переводится как «Я полюбил тебя с тех пор как нашел (обрел, встретил) тебя». Здесь глагол get полон позитивного смысла, в отличие от первого примера.
Еще глагол «get» может использовать в таких сленговых выражениях: get a load of something – увидеть, посмотреть, понять что-либо.
Например: Are you getting load of what he saying? — Ты вообще понимаешь, что он говорит?
get a life — заняться делом, не мешать.
Например: Just get a life and do not come here. — Иди займись делом вместо того, чтобы приходить сюда.
Грамматические особенности сленга
Кончено, явные различия между разговорным и сленговым языком вы сможете почувствовать сразу по приезду в любую англоязычную страну. Вот, например, попытки сократить фразы и слова выливаются в следующие сленговые выражения.
Даже самые обычные слова могут приобретать различные сленговые значения, например:
Следует запомнить, что у сленга как таковой грамматики не существует. Однако грамматику все равно придется выучить для того чтобы понимать, как встраивать сленговые выражения в предложения. Ведь значение всей фразы может кардинально изменить одна буква или форма слова. Необходимо быть предельно внимательным, как во время разговора, так и письма. Например, слово as — если его написать с двумя «s» может превратиться в мат. Особенно это важно при написании писем.
Будьте осторожны (some tricks)
Сокращения, аббревиатуры и сокращенные формы также очень распространены в повседневном сленге. Вам могут сказать: «Hey man, XYZ». Это предупреждение. Просто вас вежливо просят проверить замок на ваших брюках. «Examine your zipper» — первые буквы каждого слова — XYZ (Читается: «экс-уай-зэт»). Наверняка вы видели в чатах, как американская молодежь пишет такие слова:
Нет, это не ошибки в словах, они просто сокращают их, превращая в повседневный сленг, причем без зазрения совести.
Следите за произношением, интонацией и ударением в словах. Произнося казалось бы безобидную фразу, можно попасть впросак, потому что на сленге эта фраза по звучанию может иметь совсем другое значение. Например, «big mouth» может быть воспринят как bigmouth — болтун, трепло. Сказав в Америке такое привычное и безобидное русское слово как «бананы», все могут подумать, что вы кричите слово bananas — «псих». Если вы учили язык по учебнику Бонка и хотите рассказать об этом своим англоязычным знакомым, будьте осторожны, они могут подумать, что вы материтесь. Cлово bonk воспринимается как мат, фактически так же, как и fuck.
Своих не бросают
В некоторых ситуациях за помощью можно прибегнуть к русскому языку, ведь в английском языке есть сленговые слова, по звучанию похожие на наши:
Есть также слова, которые из английского сленга перекочевали к нам и не требуют перевода:
О фильме «Отель Гранд Будапешт»
Самые распространенные сленговые выражения
Часто встречаются распространенные сленговые выражения и слова, которые можно просто выучить.
Хорошо это или плохо, но факт остается фактом — люди в повседневной жизни не ограничиваются только лишь литературным языком, в таком случае общение было бы недостаточно экспрессивным и эмоциональным. Сленг помогает придать необходимый оттенок значения, наиболее подходящий для конкретной ситуации. Научившись правильно использовать сленг, вы сможете свободно и непринужденно чувствовать себя в любой компании.
Список полезных слов
got smth – иметь, поймать, понять, обрести, найти (что-то)
get a load of something – увидеть, просмотреть, понять что-л
get a life – заняться делом, не мешать
gonna – going to – собираться (сделать что-то)
wanna – want to – хотеть (сделать что-то)
gotta – have to – должен
ama – I’m – я
yep, ye – yes – да
dis – this – это
u – you – ты
dunno – don’t know – не знаю
cause – because – потому что
got it – понял, въехал
cool – прохладный, клевый, классный
bless you – благословляю вас, будьте здоровы (после чиханья)
XYZ – examine your zipper – проверьте замок на ваших брюках
night – nite – вечер
humour – humor – юмор
programme – program – программа
often – ofen – часто
bigmouth – трепло, болтун
bananas – псих
bastard – незаконнорожденный, байстрюк
gaga – ошарашенный, эксцентричный
tits – грудь
baby – детка
fail – провал, неудача
cop – мент, полицейский
fake – подделка, подкалывать, дурить
сash down – деньги на бочку
wasted – очень пьяный
threads – прикид, одежда
gee – ух ты
bullshit – нести чушь
back out – не сдержать обещание
rack one’s brain – напрягать мозги
shut up – заткнитесь
kick back – давать взятку
so long – до встречи
I met this girl,
She’s just great,
This girl I just adore,
The problem is,
She has much more,
Than I had bargained for,
She’s got that style,
She’s got that smile,
She’s got the walk,
She’s got the tuck,
She’s got that zing,
There’s just one thing,
She’s got a PENIS.
She’s got that flare,
Knows what to wear,
She’s got that face,
That girl is grace,
She’s got pizzazz,
Too bad she has, A PENIS.
Now there’s always some failure,
Always some flaw,
Ain’t that what they call,
Murfey’s law,
But male genitalia,
That’s where I draw the line,
Besides, Hers is bigger than mine.
My life’s a mess,
Cause under that dress,
She’s got a p-e-n-i-s.
Yes!!
ПЕРЕВОД:
Я встретил девушку,
Она прекрасна,
Я обожаю её,
Но проблема в том,
Что она имеет больше,
Чем мне хотелось бы,
У неё этот стиль,
У неё эта улыбка,
У неё эта походка,
У неё эта складка,
У неё эта энергия,
Но есть еще одна вещь,
У неё есть пенис.
Она такая яркая,
Она знает как одеваться,
У неё такое лицо,
Эта девушка само изящество,
Она сама красота,
Но к сожалению у неё есть
Пенис.
Да, в жизни бывают неудачи,
Какие-то недостатки,
Это то, что они называют,
Законом Мёрфи,
Но мужская генеталия,
Где должна быть п@#да,
Кроме того,
Больше, чем моя.
В моей жизни бардак,
Потому что под платьем,
У неё есть пенис
ДА.
One, two, three, four, five, six b*tches
All my people know I’m riches
B*tch, what, кидайте на мою карту бабки
What, я так долго трясла задом (What?)
Я так долго трясла задом, what
Трясла задом, what, трясла задом
Bad b*tch, all about money
For me always sunny
Fat b*tch made for party
F*ck me look at my body
Shake, shake
My money, my money, my money
B*tches fake, fake
No money, no money, no money
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Wake up and make up, b*tch shut up
Stand up and get out
Это закрытый клуб для с*чек, b*tches club
Club, club, I wanna make boom, boom
All my b*tches wroom, wroom, butts in a frame zoom, zoom
Go go, вокруг меня стр*птизерши
Glow, glow, мой блекс сносит им бошки
Bad b*tch all about money
For me always sunny
Fat b*tch made for party
F*ck me look at my body
Shake, shake
My money, my money, my money
B*tches fake, fake
No money, no money, no money
Bad b*tch all about money
For me always sunny
Fat b*tch made for party
F*ck me look at my body
Shake, shake
My money, my money, my money
B*tches fake, fake
No money, no money, no money
Одна, две, три, четыре, пять, шесть с*к
Все мои люди знают, что я богата
С*ка, что, кидайте на мою карту бабки
Что, я так долго трясла задом (Что?)
Я так долго трясла задом, что
Трясла задом, что, трясла задом
Плохая с*чка, все дело в деньгах
Для меня всегда солнечно
Толстая с*чка создана для вечеринки
Тр*хни меня, посмотри на мое тело
Трясись, трясись
Мои деньги, мои деньги, мои деньги
С*ки фальшивые, фальшивые
Нет денег, нет денег, нет денег
Не останавливайся, не останавливайся
Проснись и помирись, с*ка, заткнись
Встань и убирайся
Это закрытый клуб для с*чек, клуб с*чек
Клуб, клуб, я хочу сделать бум, бум
Все мои с*чки врут, врут, з*дницы в кадре, зум, зум
Иди, иди, вокруг меня стр*птизерши
Сияю, сияю, мой блекс сносит им бошки
Плохая с*чка, все дело в деньгах
Для меня всегда солнечно
Толстая с*чка создана для вечеринки
Тр*хни меня, посмотри на мое тело
Трясись, трясись
Мои деньги, мои деньги, мои деньги
С*ки фальшивые, фальшивые
Нет денег, нет денег, нет денег
Плохая с*чка, все дело в деньгах
Для меня всегда солнечно
Толстая с*чка создана для вечеринки
Тр*хни меня, посмотри на мое тело
Трясись, трясись
Мои деньги, мои деньги, мои деньги
С*ки фальшивые, фальшивые
Нет денег, нет денег, нет денег
Текст песни Fivio Foreign – City of Gods (ft. Kanye West, Alicia Keys)
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine (What?)
Yeah, look, huh, n***a, this is my sh*t
Welcome to the city of Gods (What?)
Pop was the king of New York, now I’m the n***a in charge
Only the drillers, the city is ours
We found out the opps and we pick ’em apart
I give ’em my time so I give ’em my heart
If the city love me, then I’m really a star (What?)
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me
Yeah, look, this is the city of money and violence
Same thing you do is gonna come with a challenge
Every b*tch you f*ck is gonna come with a balance (What?)
Every shooter with me is coming in silence (What?)
And you n****s better pick a side (Better pick a side),
You n****s side hoppers (You n****s side hoppers)
If I want ’em to not let you come into the city, it’s my option (Bow)
This is the home of the fly Shaka (Yeah)
This where the b*tches gon’ watch pockets (Yeah)
When I’m on TV, I gotta look good, ’cause I know the whole block watchin’
We chill with the opps, we is not violent
If I see ’em in person, we Fox 5 ’em
Yeah, the police was on us, we not stoppin’
(Yeah, the police was on us, we not stoppin’, no)
This is the time of the big drip (Big drip), smooth talk (Smooth talk, ha)
Milly Rock (Milly Rock), Shmoney Dance (Shmoney Dance), Woo Walk (Woo)
You will not survive being too soft (No)
Been a long time, we took a new world (No)
Shooters shoot so we got a new cause (Bow)
If we stuck then we lettin’ it cool off (Bow, boom)
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me
We went off the grid (What?)
We ain’t watch the throne, we took it
We went viral on ’em, they lookin’
It’s a Sunday Service in Brooklyn (What?)
It’s the city that come with the lights
I’m with the drillers that come with the night
They ain’t do four years in college, but they’ll do twenty five to life
We make money every night (What?)
Never too big of a price (What?)
After I buy the Chicago Bulls (What?), I’ma go link with Mike (What?)
And if I let ’em have my wife, n****s should thank me
With this Balenciaga and Balenci’ boots and a new blue Yankee
This is Ye, I’m so focused, throw on a mask, no COVID
I’ma turn your life to a meme, let Justin LaBoy post it
You got an album, postpone it
I drop two and they both going
I got a feeling they in they feelings
They filmin’ a show, but won’t show it
You gotta watch me in slow motion, I’m in a wide-body Benz
I go back to college, do an album and then drop out again
It took a minute to get here, my vision is crystal clear
Ayy, Fivi’, excuse me, but this the feature of the year
I feel like Sinatra in these streets, me and Drizzy, we at peace
This the backpack with the Polo and the first Jesus piece
I’m from the Chi’ but I’m always New York
The city that treat me like Jesus is walkin’
I been through the pain and all of the torment
I’m sayin’ His name, I make it important (What?)
Now it’s time to give ’em hell
Ask my staff, I pay ’em well
This afternoon, a hundred goons pullin’ up to SNL (What?)
When I pull up, it’s dead on arrival
They act like they love you, they don’t even like you
They throw a party, won’t even invite you
I seen the same thing happen to Michael
You black and you rich, they sayin’ you psycho (What?), it’s like a cycle
If you text me anything hype you better text back and say it’s a typo
The city of Gods, no city is like you
This the new New York, Ye is the goat
Fivi’ is viral and this is the B.I.B.L.E (What?)
New York City, please go easy on me tonight (What the f*ck? The f*ck?)
(What, the f*ck?) New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me
Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easy
Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easy
Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easy
New York City, please go easy on me
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