Представляем точный текст композиции "Godfather" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyne . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Godfather» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyne передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyne - "Godfather"
Lyrics to Godfather : Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on Oh no, big Shyne Po Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that dont jam (bang bang) Im tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased 360 kis Money make the world spin I make your chest smoke Have your mother singing hymms Particles of your brains up on your tims Kiss you before I twist you 170 miles Headed for disaster faster I put it down right Bustin off these rounds like Real niggaz is kings You aint rockin that crown right Harder more PK watches Topless, bitches in cars Only meals could heal my scars [Chorus] Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me [Repeat] Allegations got me pacin Grand jury wouldnt understand my fury For fast cars and jewelry I could give a fuck if theres a heaven for a G This is heaven for me Go to trial never plea Do a bullet and come home to the throne I dont rhyme, I just talk about this life thats mine Ive seen niggaz die, in front of my eyes Doin my filth Niggaz is expiring like milk Different strokes for different folks Just give me, different coke in different boats Black Aristotle Onassis All I see is crack addicts and automatics You rap niggaz is faggots Yall cannot be serious Im in coupes with gucci interiors Airin out your areas Tech nines, two in the flex and shit Lookin at myself like Yo, Im the best in this [Chorus x2] Sometimes I really wonder Whats it all about' How many bitches can I fuck until I get out How many kis can I cut, guns can I bust Wigs can I push, spots can I juck Every single one, cuz Im a fuckin savage Til Im cremated, most hated, self made Blood type G All these young hustlers wanna bubble like me They supposed to Sippin on syrup, until I perish Pickin bitches off the run-way Look forward to, gun-play Go to sleep with one eye shut Wake up and do the same shit I aint never gonna change bitch And thats the cycle I dont wanna be like Michael More like Darrell Porter Gettin shipments at the border Yeah, its a wrappity wrap [Chorus x4] [ Godfather Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Shyne. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Godfather» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Godfather» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.