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[Андрей]

Fetty Wap - Trap Queen

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[Fetty Wap:]
Remy Boyz, yeah!
Реми Бойз, да-а!
1738! Hey!
1738! Эй!

I'm like, “Hey, what's up, hello!”
Я такой: "Э, привет! Как дела?"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door;
Увидел тебя, красотуля, как только ты вошла в эту дверь,
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll,
Я просто хочу расслабиться, у меня припасён для нас пакетик травки,
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove,
Я женат на деньгах, познакомил её со своей плитой,
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low.
Показал, как размешивать, теперь она разбавляет по дешёвке,
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando,
Она моя королева притона, впустил её на нашу хазу,
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go,
Мы подсчитываем навар, посмотрим, сколько получится пачек,
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos,
Мы поставили себе цель — одинаковые "Ламбо",
Got 50–60 grand for the 100 grams, though.
Целых пятьдесят-шестьдесят тысяч всего со ста грамм.
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole,
Чувак, отвечаю, я люблю её, как она извивается у шеста,
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go,
Пришли в стрип-клуб, распотрошили пачки,
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though,
Все бесятся, а мы называем таких фанатами,
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go.
Влюблён в деньги, никогда не расстанусь с ними.

And I get high with my baby,
И я ловлю кайф со своей крошкой,
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah!
Только что вышел из торгового центра, я приоделся вместе со своей крошкой, да-а!
And I can ride with my baby,
И я могу гонять со своей крошкой,
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah!
Я на кухне пеку "пироги" со своей крошкой, да-а!
And I can ride with my baby,
И я могу гонять со своей крошкой,
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah!
Только что вышел из торгового центра, я приоделся вместе со своей крошкой, да-а!
And I can ride with my baby,
И я могу гонять со своей крошкой,
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby!
Я на кухне пеку "пироги" со своей крошкой, да-а!

I hit the strip with my trap queen ‘cause all we know is bands,
Я пришёл в стрип-клуб со свой королевой притона, потому что мы понимаем только деньги,
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'.
Я просто могу затарить "Феррари", а своей кисе купить "Ламбо".
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring,
Я могу затарить ей ожерелье, выложить пару штук за кольцо,
She ain't wantin' for nothing because I got her everything.
Она не хочет ничего, потому что я всем её уже обеспечил.
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go,
Это большой Зу Вап из притона, без динеро не выхожу,
Remy Boyz got the stamp, though,
У Реми Бойз есть бабульки,
Count up hella them bands, though.
Считали, устали — столько вот хрустов.
How far can your bands go?
Сколько получится пачек?
Fetty Wap I'm livin' fifty thousand K, how I stand, though,
Фетти Вап, я просаживаю пятьдесят косарей, живу на широкую ногу,
If you checkin' for my pockets, I'm like...
Интересуешься моими карманами — я отвечу...

And I get high with my baby,
Я ловлю кайф со своей крошкой,
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah!
Только что вышел из торгового центра, я приоделся вместе со своей крошкой, да-а!
And I can ride with my baby,
И я могу гонять со своей крошкой,
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah!
Я на кухне пеку "пироги" со своей крошкой, да-а!
And I can ride with my baby,
И я могу гонять со своей крошкой,
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeah!
Только что вышел из торгового центра, я приоделся вместе со своей крошкой, да-а!
And I can ride with my baby,
И я могу гонять со своей крошкой,
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby!
Я на кухне пеку "пироги" со своей крошкой, да-а!

I'm like, “Hey, what's up, hello!”
Я такой: "Э, привет! Как дела?"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door;
Увидел тебя, красотуля, как только ты вошла в эту дверь,
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll,
Я просто хочу расслабиться, у меня припасён для нас пакетик травки,
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove,
Я женат на деньгах, познакомил её со своей плитой,
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low.
Показал, как размешивать, теперь она разбавляет по дешёвке,
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando,
Она моя королева притона, впустил её на нашу хазу,
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go,
Мы подсчитываем навар, посмотрим, сколько получится пачек,
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos,
Мы поставили себе цель — одинаковые "Ламбо",
Got 50–60 grand for the 100 grams, though.
Целых пятьдесят-шестьдесят тысяч всего со ста грамм.
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole,
Чувак, отвечаю, я люблю её, как она извивается у шеста,
Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go,
Пришли в стрип-клуб, распотрошили пачки,
Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though,
Все бесятся, а мы называем таких фанатами,
In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go.
Влюблён в деньги, никогда не расстанусь с ними.

I be smokin' dope and you know, Backwoods what I roll,
Я курю дурь, знаете, я заворачиваю в "Бэквудс",
Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that's fo sho!
Реми Бойз, Фетти жрёт от пуза, базара нет!
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho,
Я вломлюсь в твой дом и выебу твою блядь,
‘Cause Remy Boyz or nothing! Remy Boyz or nothing!
Потому что Реми Бойз или ничего! Реми Бойз или ничего!

[Nitt Da Gritt:]
Yeah, you hear my boy!
Да, слышали моего братана?
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on a track!
Звук такой, будто в песню вбухано дофигаллион баксов!
I got whatever on my boy, whatever!
Что угодно для моего братана, что угодно!
Put your money where your mouth is.
Засунь деньги себе в рот.
Money on the wood make the game go good,
Деньги на столе помогают в игре,
Money outta sight cause fights.
Деньги не на виду притянут беду.
Put up or shut up!
Смирись или заткнись!
Uh, Nitt Da Gritt!
Ух, Нитт Да Гритт!
RGF productions!
"RGF Продакшнз"!
Squad!
Команда!

Источник: https://www.amalgama-lab.com/songs/f/fe ... queen.html
© Лингво-лаборатория «Амальгама»: http://www.amalgama-lab.com

[Андрей]

Интереснее всего, что музыку для "Trap Queen" написал житель Беларуси. Бит Fetty Wap взял на саундклике у битмейкера под псевдонимом Tony Fadd. Из интервью битмейкера в Complex следует, что он был выложен там для бесплатного скачивания и автор "совсем не думал, что этот бит какой-то особенный".

До "Trap Queen" Tony Fadd продавал много битов отечественным рэпперам.

[Андрей]

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Shaggy - Angel ft. Rayvon

[Chorus]
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady

Life is one big party when you're still young
But who's gonna have your back when it's all done
It's all good when you're little, you have pure fun
Can't be a fool, son, what about the long run
Looking back
Shorty always mention
Said me not giving her much attention
She was there through my incarceration
I want to show the nation my appreciation

[Chorus]

You're a queen and as so you should be treated
Though you never get the lovin' that you needed
Could have left, but I called and you heeded
Begged and I pleaded, mission completed
Mama said that I and I dissed the program
Not the type to mess around with her emotion
But the feeling that I have for you is so strong
Been together so long and this could never be wrong

[Chorus]

Girl, in spite of my behavior, said I'm your savior
(You must be sent from up above)
And you appear to me so tender, say girl I surrender
(Thanks for giving me your love)
Girl, in spite of my behavior, well, you are my savior
(You must be sent from up above)
And you appear to me so tender, well, girl I surrender
(So thanks for giving me your love)

Now life is one big party when you're still young
And who's gonna have your back when it's all done
It's all good when you're little, you have pure fun
Can't be a fool, son, what about the long run
Looking back
Shorty always mention
Said me not giving her much attention
She was there through my incarceration
I wanna show the nation my appreciation

[Chorus][2x]

[Андрей]

Ludacris - Act a Fool
Альбом: 2 Fast 2 Furious
Авторы: Christopher Bridges / Christopher Brian Bridges / Keith Mc Masters
Дата выпуска: 2003 г.



Drah! 2 fast,
Drah! 2 furious,
I'm too fast for y'all mayn!
Drah! 2 fast,
Drah! 2 furious,
Oh! I'm too fast for y'all mayn!

Ah, you just came home from doin' a bid
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool

Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, please call the doctor
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon' split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, stay the fuck around from me
Ya peeps talkin' 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "poof, bitch be gone"
You think twelve gon' catch me, gimmie a break
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +golden grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go front, back and side to side, what

Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool

Let's take it to the streets 'cause I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the grille
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blowin' them candles
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
Nos tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
'cause the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so f what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a fuckin' bird
And the fools, we gon' clock one and we'll pop one
'cause my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun

You just got hustled for a wire of cash
Man whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Now them gulls up the block still runnin' they mouth
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool
If anyone talk bad about the dirty south
Tell me what I'm gon' do? act a fool

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is tipsy
Off the off ramp doin' about a hundred and fifty
Rollin' through east pernium, on way to ben heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin shit
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is fire 'cause we stomped you out
And yeah, we blow trees and beez, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil john cue and get a +change of heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'm about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens

The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Man, that ain't sticky, that's just sticks and steams
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon' do? act a fool
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool

2 fast, 2 furious
2 fast act a fool
2 fast, 2 furious
2 fast act a fool

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Logic - Limitless
Produced by: Tee-WaTT & 6ix
Album: Confessions of a Dangerous Mind



[Intro]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand, it's the jam
Just don’t give a damn
Coolin' with the fam goin' ham
Fly to Vegas, get the band
Haters hate me, but they stan
’Cause the things they wish they could they know I can, goddamn

[Chorus]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
Coolin'—coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't—just don’t—just don’t give a damn
Coolin'—coolin’ with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am

[Verse 1]
Goddamn, this shit been the plan, do it 'cause I can
Made more money than 99 percent do in they lifespan
Fuckin' hand reachin’ up at night, I do not give a damn
Spend a lot to make a lot and then we do that shit again
1967 Bronco pull up like I serve that blanco
1-800 made my bank account look like a phone number
Your career goin' under, I'm top five that's alive, that's no lie
You ain't in the conversation, couldn't make it if you tried
If you ain't droppin' shit like all the time
Then people think you died
Shit too easy for my blood, they quick to leave you crucified
Shit ain't work out with my last, TMZ act like I lied
Called Jermaine for some advice
'Cause these people think I'm careless
He said, "Bobby, on the real, man, fuck 'em all
You should care less"

[Chorus]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand (Oh you so care—)
You the man, you know you the man (Oh you so, oh you so careless)
Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
Coolin'—coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am (Goddamn)
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
Coolin'—coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am

[Verse 2]
Now they all know who I am, the fuckin' man
I'ma get it like that, baby girl, now tell me, do you understand?
I swear, my only motivation is your elation, I feel the sensation
Baby girl, be patient, my heart is racing
She keep on telling me she promise she ain't never done this before
I said, "I know that's a lie, but I love when you try
And I just can't live without it
Even the thought of you leaving, I can't think about it"

[Verse 3]
You say, you say, you say
You know you the man, you know you the man
You the only man who truly understands
I said I know I'm the man, yeah, I know I am
Ain't no doubt about it
Every single move I make, they always seem to write about it
That's why I never leave the compound
Always up inside it, I ain't never in the streets
When I am, they come runnin' to the boy, to the boy
I got way too many people nowadays I'm tryna avoid
I ain't been on the 'Gram in months, that shit get me too annoyed
All the weed inside these blunts
Got me feelin' paranoid like, 'noid like
Yeezy, Bobby, take it easy, my dawg
Why you always make it look so easy, my dawg?
Yeah, these haters talking shit, but success is my shield
Scarecrow flow, I'm outstanding in my field
I just texted J. J Abrams on some million dollar shit
Yeah, my movie gon' be crazy, first I gotta polish shit
Schoolin' all you fuckin' rappers, this right here the scholarship
If my presence near your presence
Then you best acknowledge it, bitch

[Chorus]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
Coolin'—coolin' with the fam goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
Coolin'—coolin' with the fam goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am

[Outro]
Now they all know who I am

[Андрей]

Что значит Dawg? Это словечко произносится, как "Dog", но более гнусаво и неприятно

По сути, это аналог таких слов, как "homie", "homeboy" и "home / holmes". Термин «Dawg» впервые появился в мексиканских американских сообществах, но большинство городских терминов, таких как "dawg", "homie", "homeboy" и т. д., обычно приписывают черному / афро-американскому сообществу.

Person 1: Whats up dawg? (Как дела, чувак?)
Person 2: just chillin, about to pop open a Corona. (Просто отрываюсь, собираюсь открыть "Корону").

Когда вы называете кого-то, как правило, женщину, словом «Dog», это значит, что она скорее всего, уродлива или отвратительна. Если вы называете её «Dawg», это означает, что она ваш "Friend" или «homie», и считается близким человеком. Если вы в один прекрасный день попадёте в «гетто» и используете слово "dawg" во время разговора с кем-то, но скажете это без правильного произношения, прозвучит это скорее как "собака". В итоге вы можете получить пулю за это слово, так что будьте предельно внимательны с произношением.

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[Андрей]

Снова лето пролетело, так что время думать,
Из тебя не вышло ни Летова, ни MF Doom'a

MF DOOM - Doomsday Featuring Pebbles the Invisible Girl
Produced by: MF DOOM
Album: Operation: Doomsday



[Intro: Pebbles the Invisible Girl, MF DOOM]
Mic Check
When I was led to you
I knew you were the one for me
Come through dig the sound
I swear the whole world could feel you MC
Crowd around

[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop
Hold mics like pony tails tied in bobbalobs
Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound
Of the fly brown 6-0 sicko psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap
It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strap
Femstat cats get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that
Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name usually said in hostility
Um... what is MF? You silly
I'd like to take "Means to the End" for two milli'
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double
Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own back came in and go out alone, black
Stay in the zone—turn H2O to Cognac

[Hook: MF DOOM]
On Doomsday!, ever since the womb ‘til I'm back where my brother went, that's what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then
Cell number 17, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape
Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building
While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime
Get out my face, askin' ‘bout my case, need toothpaste
Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness
Real mens mind their own business
That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, never have ‘ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown

[Hook: MF DOOM]
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb ‘til I'm back where my brother went
That's what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

[Bridge: MF DOOM]
Doomsday
Ever since the womb ‘til I'm back to the essence
Read it off the tomb
Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say?

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say"
Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk
I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames of nimble and tip of nipple metal fang
Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans
Only gin and Tang
Guzzled out a rusty tin can, me and this mic is like yin and yang
Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth
It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth
I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth
Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth
But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife
Strong enough to please a wife
Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life
Cut the crap far as rap
Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing
What the Devil? He's on another level
It's a word! No, a name! MF - the Super-Villain!

[Outro: Pebbles the Invisible Girl]
When I was led to you
I knew you were the one for me
I swear the whole world could feel you MC

[Андрей]

Vanilla - Fuji Pt. II (Battlecry)



[Verse 1: Shing02]
Sharp like an edge of a samurai sword
The mental blade cut through flesh and bone
Though my mind's at peace, the world out of order
Missing the inner heat, life gets colder, ah-ah
Oh yes, I have to find my path
No less, walk on earth, water, and fire
The elements compose a magnum opus
My modus operandi is amalgam
Steel packed tight in microchip
On my armor a sign of all-pro
The ultimate reward is honor, not awards
At odds with the times in wards with no lords
A freelancer
A battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
Wonder why a lone wolf don't run with the clan
Only trust your instincts and be one with the plan

[Chorus: Shing02]
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the name of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry

[Verse 2: Shing02]
Look, just the air around him
An aura surrounding the heir apparent
He might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty
He to the people and land, loyalty
We witness above all to hear this
Sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
Set sail to the sunset no second guessing
Far east style with the spirit of wild west
The "quote-unquote" code stands the test of
Time for the chosen ones to find the best of
Noble minds that ever graced the face of
A hemisphere with no fear, fly over
The blue yonder where
The sky meets the sea
And eye meets no eye
And boy meets world
And became a man to serve the world
To save the day, the night, and the girl too

[Андрей]

Gift Of Gab - The Ride Of Your Life / Поездка Всей Твоей Жизни [перевод]



[Вступление]
Enter in to the spacecraft filling up
Войди в наполняющийся космический корабль
That won't touch back again 'till the job is done
Он не даст тебе вернуться, пока работа не будет закончена
Way outta the range of normal
Выйди за пределы нормального
So far where ya are that ya no longer see the sun
В таких далёких далях, где больше не сможешь увидеть и солнца
It's a journey not of sight but sound
Это путешествие не есть свет, но есть звук
Ready or not your bound
Готов или нет, ты уже на грани
To also embrace the light
Также и обогнуть свет
And drift on
И плыть по течению
Let your soul be again reborn
Позволь своей душе быть перерождённой
For these songs buckle up it's the ride of your life
Пристегнись для этих песен, это поездка всей твоей жизни

[Куплет 1]
Riffin in the octave of the
Скользя по октаве
Infinite provocative
Бесконечности вызывающе
Come get within a rocket ship
Давай, на космический корабль
Dimensions of a positive
В измерения позитивного
Inventions that is monstrous
Изобретениях, которые чудовищны
I'm givin' it my all
Я отдаю все свои силы
It's just my sentiments
И это просто мои чувства
Evolving as I give in
Эволюционируют по мере того, как я преподношу себя
To the power of just livin'
Силе ПРОСТО ЖИТЬ
In the now, I put the dividends
Сейчас, я вложу дивиденды
I holler from the spirit
Я кричу от силы духа
Within all of us
Которая внутри каждого из вас
I'm driftin on a cloud up in
Я скольжу по облакам в
Your mental feel the shower
Твоём ментальном чувствуется ливень
Follow in, as I devour
Лети за мной, словно я поглотитель
Y'all with synonyms and vowels
Со всеми своими синонимами и гласными
Ladies and gentlemen
Леди и джентльмены
It's our time to dig within a tower
Это наше время впитать всё это в этой вышке
Over ignorance, the final hour's
Над невежеством последних часов
Here so come and crowd around
Подходите ближе и толпитесь вокруг
And listen up on how I'm stayin driven
И внимайте тому, как я остаюсь у штурвала
By the sound I feel it liftin'
Благодаря звуку, чувствую, как он поднимается
Higher how my daily livin' is
Выше, чем моя повседневность
The styles are like my children
Все эти стили, словно мои дети
Seen scoured through the villages
Видел, как они мчатся сквозь деревни
And towns, and when the Gift
И города, и когда Одарённый
Is in the house
В доме
I bring the lyrics
Я бросаю строчки
That come down from up
Которые летят вниз сверху
Inherent to the sound
Характерно звуку
From a mysterious, profound
Из таинственного, глубокого
Very indigenous way out
Очень традиционный выход
Chief inner-vision, and
Главное – внутреннее видение, и
I think I've really truly found religion now
Я думаю, действительно, по-настоящему нашёл религию сейчас

[Завершение]
Enter in to the spacecraft filling up
Войди в наполняющийся космический корабль
That won't touch back again 'till the job is done
Он не даст тебе вернуться, пока работа не будет закончена
Way outta the range of normal
Выйди за пределы нормального
So far where ya are that ya no longer see the sun
В таких далёких далях, где больше не сможешь увидеть и солнца
It's a journey not of sight but sound
Это путешествие не есть свет, но есть звук
Ready or not your bound
Готов или нет, ты уже на грани
To also embrace the light
Также и обогнуть свет
And drift on
И плыть по течению
Let your soul be again reborn
Позволь своей душе быть перерождённой
For these songs buckle up it's the ride of your life
Пристегнись для этих песен, это поездка всей твоей жизни

FOURTH DIMENSIONAL ROCKETSHIPS GOING UP!
ЧЕТЫРЁХМЕРНЫЕ КОСМИЧЕСКИЕ КОРАБЛИ ВЗЛЕТАЮТ!

Перевёл Саша Однойко

[Андрей]

Dave East — Get the Money



It's all about what you doin', my nigga
Get to it, sit back, don't get to it
And you gon' watch niggas get famous in front of you, nigga
Watch niggas get rich right in front you
If you don't want it, watch
You gon' end up workin' for a nigga
You could've been hirin', word, uh

Fresh up out them state greens (fresh out)
Hoppin' out that van like the A-Team (skrrt)
Never thought that we would make cream (never)
Bein' millionaires was a daydream (dreamin')
And I been that nigga since I was eighteen (way back)
Khaki Dickies with no creases, nigga stayed clean (clean)
Al Green and James Brown what my mother played (I remember)
Blow your brains in front the witness, fuck what they seen
Greyhound buses to Baltimore (I'm out)
Play a boat for the coke, the plug was all aboard
Dead broke in the projects, my niggas all was bored (bored)
A million dollars in cash, nigga, my daughter saw it (I swear)
Earned stripes before Adidas 'fits (way before)
I really need money, I never need a bitch (never)
You jumped on my dick the same minute that you seen it's lit
Sneak diss on Instagram, but see me and you need a pic (sucker-ass nigga)

Ayy, stunt on every nigga who fronted (talk about times downtown)
We went from robbin' in lemons to doin' a hundred in foreigns (skrrt)
Harlem get the money (get the money, nigga)
Queens get the money (go get it)
Ayy, drop the top up off of the coupe, drum hold a hundred (skrrt)
I like my bitches from the 'jects, she wearin' a bonnet (yeah), yeah
Harlem get the money, yeah, yeah (go get it)
Hill get the money, ayy

Fuck that lil' paper, I'm chasin' hundreds, yeah (benjis)
You changin' up the cars every summer, yeah (every summer)
Remember washin' my mama dishes with Comet, yeah (I remember)
I could give a fuck about a comment
I like my bitch from the projects, she rock her bonnet, yeah (projects)
Top floor of the condo, rockin' designer gear (top floor)
I thought I was ready, but I was not prepared
Me and Chetty tryna get fetty, I'm rockin' Rocawear (on God)
I been ill, I got a sickness that got my doctor scared
Niggas like to slide through the hood, but ain't no stoppin' there
Them hollows hit your chest, shit'll stop your air
Diamonds from the district, come kick it, we playin' soccer here (yeah)
Teeth straight and I don't rock veneers (I don't rock 'em)
Ready to die like Big Poppa near
They feel my confidence, they not prepared
I had a plan to take some Percocets from New York to Carolina and I got 'em there

Ayy, I got bitches in California (swear to God)
Reminiscin' on them nights and days I was hungry, no frontin' (no frontin', nigga)
Harlem get the money (Harlem get the money)
Queens get the money (Queens get the money)
Ayy, drop the top on them niggas, they know how we comin' (they know)
Don't want no problems, 'bout dollars, we push a button, we cuttin' (woo, ayy)
Harlem get the money (Harlem get the money)
If you alive, go get your money (go get your money, my nigga), ayy

Ayy, stunt on every nigga who fronted (talk about times downtown)
We went from robbin' in lemons to doin' a hundred in foreigns (skrrt)
Harlem get the money (get the money, nigga)
Queens get the money (Queens get the money)
Ayy, drop the top up off of the coupe, drum hold a hundred (skrrt)
I like my bitches from the 'jects, she wearin' a bonnet (yeah), yeah
Harlem get the money, yeah, yeah (go get it)
Hill get the money, ayy (go get it)
All my niggas, get the money (money)
All of my niggas, go get the money (money)
My niggas, go get the money
Go get the money (go get the money)
Go get the money (go get the money)
Go get the money (go get the money)
All of my niggas, go get the money (all of my niggas, go get the money)