Представляем точный текст композиции "Lyrical Grind" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста K-Rino . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Lyrical Grind» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую K-Rino передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
K-Rino - "Lyrical Grind"
Lyrics to Lyrical Grind : [Hook:] Its our time, to shine And make, a million We are the ones, that bump and grind all day So, were ghetto children [K-Rino:] I come so hard, they put a stray jacket on my tongue Bust flows, with handcuffs on my lungs Didnt have a gun, but the blast still stung Didnt have a rope, but his ass still hung Living in the ghetto, no time to smile Laws and playa haters, get placed in one pile By the time they realized, they legs were chopped off My foes, had already ran 21 miles When its time to hit the streets, I aint got no friend Were all living in sin, multiplied by ten Down to spit a word, at the speed of the wind And never be ashamed, to tell you hoes I punched in You came to the table, ready to throw quick Wanna see how aggravated, my lyrical flow get Got jacked, looking for a new target to go hit (you be rapping your ass off K), no shit I see I gotta be the one, to let the world know Just because your words rhyme, dont mean you got flow Yall dont wanna run up, on K and Z-Ro We was writing on your level, at the age of 4 Aint saying a damn thang, talking loud Flows weaker than water, still acting proud Every wack ass show you throw, you got mo Motherfuckers on stage, than it is in the crowd On top challengers, I can face those The coldest in the game, no doubt we rape flows Can you create, tight shit Without having to smoke some weed first, oh you cant case closed Ima take the game, to levels you never seen Teach you bout delivering, lyrics you never mean Pushing a perpendicular, paragraphs of punishment Mutilating the devil, and stinging him till you scream Quick to make a lick, then handle the ends Putting tricks to bed, when Im rattling chins Strangle, hitting from a psychological angle Backdo him, till he feel like he battling twins Been in the game, since 1984 Love the underground, fuck the radio Need a billion dollas, fore I leave out the do So devils and fake partnas, so long they gotta go [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Staying on the grind, all the day long Puffing on a sack, until all the hate gone Steady running, through my veins I gotta go and get a pocket full of change, hustling before all the day gone I been pimping a pen but, probably fluctuation in the nation Of poverty, stricken people So everybody, trying to get a piece of the pie But the pie for white people, in the land of evil Me myself, Im a goodfella Raining on a hater parade, grab an umbrella Catch you at the light, catch you at the ATM teller Young fella, at his last hour Caught up, in a non sugar coated shower Raw damaging, motherfuckers aint managing To get away, from my beam Leave a nigga not standing when, I shoot him and stab him Cant get away, from my team Aint nothing but killers and drug dealers, and blood spillers in one spot Eagle talons hollow points, and regulars in one glock Take it out, it take one cock Take over the whole city, but begin with one block Its a promise, of paper will put a pimp plump out a pocket side Motherfucker Im willing to kill, and willing to die Any nigga willing to try, cause I dont bar nothing Leaving son of a bitches, in stitches For my riches, cause Im paid in cash Running up on em, where the wet marijuana square Fried out, whos gonna save his ass Sick cause I dont like busting a men, I gotta get my grub on So my family, can get they grub on And when we grubbing, its a family affair Gotta get enough grub, for everybody to grub on Everyday all day, on a mission to make that money Gotta get that pay, K dash Rizino and Z-Riggy-Riggy Ro Gon get our share, and fuck ass and for We taking it, leaving bald spots in they hair Life is hard, but its fair [Hook] [Bridge:] Penitentiary chances, taken Were risking, our own li-i-ives But now, we pimp a pen all day Collecting Gs [Hook] [Bridge] [ Lyrical Grind Lyrics ]
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