Представляем точный текст композиции "40 Barz" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crooked I . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «40 Barz» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Crooked I передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Crooked I - "40 Barz"
Lyrics to 40 Barz : Yeah, Crooked keep a German Luger, a Bazooka and three vest Hes not from Cash Money but man hes fresh Ever since I was a baby I was about them millions All about my paper like my name was Slim Williams We kill like we primitive, warn women and children Them wig pillin henchman have just entered the building, toaten things with em See Ive been packing heaters since niggaz was wearin adidas With no strings in em, Crookeds flow bring venom Im hungry as if my pockets had no Gs in em Unload heat hit em, the strap spark it You collapse on a shack carpet, the gats heartless Watch it hit the exact target, act hard bitch we love it when cats start shit Kill em and sell their vital organs on the black market How many songs must I fucking record' That a thug ', till hes runnin the board Fuck a couple awards; I want the cover of Forbes Nigga try to stop that is gettin stucked with a sword You dont need nicotine to put a hole in your lung like emphysema Cause I can do it quick with this trigger finger Attitude on the mic like Ike when he was sick of Tina Switch the demeanor, when Im in a 360 Modena Fuck a subpoena, a felony or a misdemeanor Nigga wanna snitch on me, watch how quickly I click the Nina Yeah, rappers think they hot enough to do me Im way ahead of you nigga, you need binoculars to view me I suck you up and if you think Im popular then sue me Your bodys poppin up in two weeks That dont rhyme, this insane cat dont mind, to add on line I spit game like Pat OBrien, big thangs, I dont plan on dyin My nick name is Spit flame, quick aim, I keep my hand on iron And I dont really wanna have to point this pistol at your throat And send you to somebody who took the Hippocratic oat Switch it up, each rhyme is vivid, each line is I live it Its a movie, nigga, these are some cinematic quotes Your verse sound plastic, just another hers bound bastard In a dirt ground casket, Crooked is a first round draft pick In the first round get your ass kicked and die in the first round blasted [ 40 Barz Lyrics ]
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