Представляем точный текст композиции "From What I Was Told" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Soulja Slim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «From What I Was Told» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Soulja Slim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Soulja Slim - "From What I Was Told"
Lyrics to From What I Was Told : Talking: Whats that big baby' You know whats sound dog They gon like this here, ya heard me' They go like, you know what Im sayin' Fuck em Chorus: From what I was told niggaz say Im a hit No Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon, now dance hoe And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with Ks and hand grenades Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin Now Im ballin, dont plan on fallin For the world Left the furl in the dope man, on the set Cause I got plans bigger then the desire projects I run with steel object toes, niggaz that smoke coke And watch em in they back scopin Outta all soldier haters Quick Draw McGraw niggaz see ya later Cradle to the grave ya Ya daddy made ya' Lets see if he can be ya savior When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon They cant find out Smith and Wesson Only glocks and street machines with infer beams You know what I mean Fully automatic things light up the scene And break ham like Carl Lewis Nothin but gun smoke is all ya smell Niggaz lying dead on bullets and shells My people dwells to Uptown Where the shit goes down Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know And do-do brown, Beats By The Pound, somethin you could smoke too Flavors like ' red, beans, rice, gumbo the stew My little one said its all on you, and Choppers City My ' clique clanin posse Aint no stoppin, my committe Shits bigger then me, Nino Black And a can of Trinity, ya feelin me' Chorus Incarceration had me real impatient I was local until ya heard me on Down South Hustlers, it was nation That told this shit is my creation Is it real, yeah, cause niggaz wearin soldier rags and shit Keepin it twreal My reservation is to make some mills And stay independent Stay wearin girbauds and polos, and soldier Reebok tennis Crushed out tank on my neck Protect my chest like a vest No more coke, no more dope, just alcohol and sess Respect my rhyme because my mind is filled up with anger Sound like I got a glock for it With black ' bullets in the chamber Wait to be released and decease fake ass MCs Niggaz best freeze cause I squeeze gats and burn to the third degree Make you wonder will you ever breathe again like Toni Braxton Leave ya skull fraction, about more action than Jackson So you better ask somebody that know me If they real they gon tell ya whats real If they fake they gon soldier hate I can freestyle about it without makin no mistake, ask Trey Thats my compadre, a nigga that I ride with, all day Got it cocked And in the trunk bumpin nothin but the Beats By The Pound funk Pull that skunk out, the windows fogged up And the system all the way pumped Everything we drop be fire, dont nothin be bunk Chorus I was a weed fiend, dope fiend and coke fiend with low key And I was on the cumma move, When you and LV used to rock the club 49 Back in 93 Hoe was givin me love Niggaz givin me daps and hugs Soldiers respect soldiers, and soldiers respect thugs Thugs gotta respect soldiers, if they dont want they life to be over Brought to a closin Aint nothin changed but the name When ya say soldier Mean magnolia Ya got that' And me keep me glock, for they cocked back Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real Only thing they want is the dough, dick appeal But I dont fuck around no more And only saw me like that you little clown ass hoe If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run When you hear my come, from the head Every lyric is a bullet Fuckin ya up with some of this shit I say In 95 nigga left for me dead but I didnt die And some of the soldiers die They only multiply God left me alive, so I can blow up in the world I thank the man every night for takin me off that furly girl It gave me the opportunity to raise my son and my community Cause now a days niggaz got guns and shit Screamin out unity Motherfuckin nigga bruisin me That something I cant go for I done signed the contract Shut the studio door [ From What I Was Told Lyrics ]
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