Текст, перевод и аккорды “Breathe”
- [Tech N9ne] Never let another mothafucka repeat it Never duckin a mothafucka nigga better delete it Put the cerebella in killa mo Forella foe Can never get with a gorilla no Killa cerebral feelin biblical ritual This should get rid of the pain Here in your pitiful game This is for palatial pain Deep in the pit of your brain Let it rain with the unforgettable aim (Gunshot) Nigga lookin for a spot to bust Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us But, instead of lookin for a cock to fuck Kill a nigga like he was rockin the swastika You can do what your doin cause your mockin up Get your ride on nigga it's ya rock or what? Lots of luck You really couldn't need it Hella heated Mothafucka let the glock erupt Box him up [Hook 1] I don't wanna be the one to get a millimeter in the gut I wanna be the one to hit em with another milla Caught up in the middle I'm a little sick and different And I mean it when I said it Do you remember that? [Hook 2] Hell motherfuckin ya You don't wanna get in trouble with a nigga like the Tecca Nina If you looking like an enemy (Bust) We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just) Breathe Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin from? Breathe They come, passed the fight every fuckin one Breathe They some, punks bound to sell coke and guns Breathe Spray guns, life results with you often times Breathe [Tech N9ne] Never let a hatin motherfucker see you sweat Bleed the chest Don't need regret I fund A caper a Sun-day paper so I can read the rest I can dig it You can dig it Put a nigga in the grave If you hate up in a trick a loop a lover nigga made If you step up to me you would never benefit Nigga if I started I'mma finish it Run up on a mothafucka while he's fuckin a chick Put a bullet in her head while she's suckin the dick Wasn't a bit A dividends Baby it's irrelevant you gotta put ya nigga it's the look of the grit Bring pain to everyone In your face with the bang your verysome It's a mothafuckin shame we carry guns If you don't your insane You're very dumb Tecca Nina's too rough (Too rough) Too hard (Too hard) Too tough (Too tough) You scarred (You scarred) Cause a nigga know a mothafuckin rhyme when spit Fuckin around with a killa clown and shit [Hook 3] If you really wanna do it nigga We can step into it Put us up against some other mothafuckas And we runnin through it Fuck a nigga Buck a nigga If he thinks he's a gorilla Man now when I said it you'll remember that (Jeah!) [Hook 2] Hell motherfuckin ya You don't wanna get in trouble with a nigga like the Tecca Nina If you looking like an enemy (Bust) We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just) Breathe Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin from? Breathe They come, passed the fight every fuckin one Breathe They some, punks bound to sell coke and guns Breathe Spray guns, life results with you often times [Tech N9ne] Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun Now I'm on the outrun Flowin up again and hot, cooked well done Fuckin with a insane crazy warlord Punks wanna trip but they know I'm too mothafuckin hard Deadly, tickin like a time bomb Fuckin with me you would think you were in Vietnam When I explode ain't nothin left but remains But those who were froze fuckin with a nigga insane Mentally mind and mad motherfucker mad man Had to attack, see them punks like quicksand Droppin and poppin any pump that buck So bring a body bag if you wanna get fucked up Every diga little bitch made nigga Start runnin when I'm playin with the trigga An uzi a 12-gauge it really don't matter And these suckas die when the shotgun scatter From block to block, hood to hood, street to street Boy ya can't fuck with me So for those who told ya to jump up and talk shit Admit ya bitch ya little ass got lit [Hook 1] I don't wanna be the one to get a millimeter in the gut I wanna be the one to hit em with another milla Caught up in the middle I'm a little sick and different I meant it when I said it Do you remember that? [Hook 2] Hell motherfuckin ya You don't wanna get in trouble with a nigga like the Tecca Nina If you looking like an enemy (Bust) We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just) Breathe Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin from? Breathe They come, passed the fight every fuckin one Breathe They some, punks bound to sell coke and guns Breathe Spray guns, life results with you often times Breathe Hey son, what the fuck are you duckin from? Breathe They come, passed the fight every fuckin one Breathe They some, punks bound to sell coke and guns Breathe Spray guns, life results with you often times Breathe That's beautiful Ronnz from Berlin and shit, hardcore cat Blaze your weed to this This is dedicated to my homeboy Walter Jefferson W.J. Weed Kapone ni
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