Представляем точный текст композиции "Gunsmoke" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Coup (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Gunsmoke» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Coup (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Coup (The) - "Gunsmoke"
Lyrics to Gunsmoke : come on lets go put this under your belt [Chorus] Smell the gunsmoke [repeat] I be having homicide running through my mind Dont know whats up with me Shit fuck with me all the time Eating at my spine Motherfucka in my prime How you gonna get yours when youre too busy getting mine Now look is this murderous criminal coming through if you think its eroc then the subliminals is working on you theres thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge cant come straight from fudge I got a bloody grudge Dead bodies lying all around me but the real murderers aint never got no bounty count it coroners as we sitting as statistics with this ass if you think this blast is coming from my residential district Theres something that I think you should know its the motherfucking Coup we from the eastside O peep my flow creep by slow see all my folks is broke survival for the cautious and the low get a whiff of my gunsmoke [chorus] Im getting white hairs from the nightmares everynight cos somebodys got a contract on my life im in a gang thats in an all out war they drop me in when they knife my umbilical cord so it begins with a slap on the ass now you in in the workin class, trick you here so fast we already made your casket while its got one buck so the phrase gunshot gets hella tide cant take the only motherfuckas getting fried skeletons deep down in the ocean cos them slave ships had that three stop motion coasting down fulton on the mississippi river burning crosses and motherfuckas saying die nigga die nigga it all started when we start producing scratch some of my homies got no legs attached without no food up in the fridge you aint go never have peace cos with a trigger you can finger fuck without no grease [chorus] Off to the war [repeat] I say fuck the whole judge and the jury my mind got delirous my eyes got blurry had my uncle strapped to the chair hands oxtied breathing in gas breathing out carbon monoxide whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial make the ghetto concentration camps every mile so march your ass through the gas chambers single file whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv' my peoples die of starvation and TB see me with an angry face and a beanie cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy its what ive been through im like sinecue what i got you got to get it put it in you the ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat show em we aint no joke let them choke off the gunsmoke [chorus] [ Gunsmoke Lyrics ]
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