Представляем точный текст композиции "Feel Me" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jugga The Bully . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Feel Me» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jugga The Bully передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jugga The Bully - "Feel Me"
Lyrics to Feel Me : [HOOK] To my folk in the front (raise it up raise it up) Flick ya lighters spark the blunts (blaze it up blaze it up) Aye gull! Pop that trunk (shake it up shake it up) I know yall Feel Me dont front (make it crunk make it crunk) JUGZ put ya body where its hard-to-smell...cover up ya scent when I spark-the-el Punk dont front it aint hard-to-tell...yall cant win like Gargamel How you gon shine if its dark-as-hell' Believe its hot if it comes-from-me COPS cant take my guns-from-me....fukk yall record company!! All yall songs sound dumb-to-me....flossed out rappers just bums-to-me Yall dont really want none-of-me....nigga this Atlantis we under-sea Run-from-me...make-some-tracks...before I get mad and break-some-backs Where the fake-ones-at' I hate-them-cats...yall just wack--face-them-facts If you got problems' Blaze-them-gats...The BULLY been phat since the page-in-the-back Of BLAZE MAGAZINE...spit so ill...even deejays catch AIDS-from-the-wax You hate-on-the-raps...but quote-the-rhymes...in the meantime' Im strokin-dimes Everywhere I go: tote-the-nine--you cuss from behind like I broke-in-line Dont nobody flow dope-as-mine...even Ku Klux got open-minds Shit-I-spits-combustible...chicks-I-hit-caught-multiples Trick-my-click-got-local-pull...the flow you sweat' Got-that-locked Bitches you sweat' Got-that-knocked...gun on my waist...and I got-that-cocked... [HOOK] I dont mean to offend with this observation....but yall full of shit like constipation Niggas dont want no confrontation...shut the fukk up with that conversation Pull a nigga card like concentration...bust shots at the cops not cooperatin See you in court for the arbitration...everything I drop be hot-like-cajun Cut mo gulls than a operation...takin-em-home...makin-em-moan More assets than a Savings-and-Loan...if they man show up Im breakin-some-bones Claimin-the-throne...livin-with-the-stress...fittin-in-a-vest like niggas-in-the-west Cuz figures-that-you-net dont mean a thing when you got ten slugs sittin-in-ya-chest Givin-it-my-best...leave warriors-bruised...Kno beats phat like Victoria-boobs Im up in New York screwin foreigners-dude....you Motel 6, we Astoria-rooms Send you to the coroner grabbin-the-mic....over yall heads like satellites Yall think you fly' Imma cancel-ya-flight...to hell with a MC battle-lets-fight You down-for-that' What you rollin up' We smokin on pounds-of-that Sittin in a cloud-in-fact...they never found the strap but theyll find you around-the-back A nigga sick of all these clowns-in-rap...all niggas got is lip-to-front And since yall got that I got clips-to-dump...but not until after I hit-this-blunt.... [HOOK] If you aint givin head' Hoe-you-can-leave...if you aint chip in you aint smokin-the-weed All yall dough hand it over-to-me...have you on a respirator just so-you-can-breathe Make it so ya eyes cant focus-to-see...Ive had it up to here with these bogus-emcees All Im here for is servin-rap-groupies...flows be tighter than virgin-gnat-booty Words-react-smooth to the beats-I-choose...lines I spit fit like feet-to-shoes Might slur my words when I drink-the-booze...you must be dumb if you think-Ill-lose JUGZ got ya whole crew singin-the-blues...like Bobby-Bland--you a copy-man When the smoke clears you prolly-a-fan....if you talk noise' Imma body-a-fan Bust up in ya set with the shotty-in-hand'cross the thin line between wrath-and-hate Sniper on the roof to assassinate'make peace with God dont procrastinate Point blank'whether slow or the faster-pace'my ass-is-great you exaggerate Since you so gassed Imma pass it in-ya-face if its tween me and you' You coming last-in-the-race' [HOOK] [ Feel Me Lyrics ]
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