Представляем точный текст композиции "Murder Onze" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Junior M.A.F.I.A. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Murder Onze» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Junior M.A.F.I.A. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Junior M.A.F.I.A. - "Murder Onze"
Lyrics to Murder Onze : [Intro: Cheek Del Vec] Uhh (what') Trife & Larceny in the fuckin house (uhh) My nigga Klep in the fuckin house (Kleptomaniac) and me (uhh, uhh), Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec, aight) Aight! (One love) Uhh, check it (Snake-killin ass niggas, JM one love) [Verse 1: Del Vec, Kleptomaniac] Del Vec, little niggas pushing Landcruiser jeeps gettin blunted all day, every day of the week Nights in Maximas and Acuras Got bitches drivin 929 Mazdas, Tammy and Rhonda Drivin rope down south in the Honda Im behind her in the Pathfinder gettin blunted, my nigga need all, the XL 600 ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my bitch with the brick in the Civic sellin mad weight Outta state and shit, I cant wait til this record shit is straight So we can recuperate, get the dough and Im gone Motherfuckers fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary Violent pros even with guns like Sharon Stone Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win Kleptomaniac attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths Diamond Vagettes, Rolex for the bitch, flex and maxin de Moet, signin my signature on cheques Crime motherfuckin pays when you know what youre doin and gettin loops since niggas was rockin Hawaiian suits What' Dont shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset Tight the trip DTs, chasin down robbery suspect [Chorus: Larceny] Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns [repeat] [Verse 2: Trife, Larceny] Gettin richer cos I move coke and bust quicker Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hitcha Stashin my guns to protect my ones I see the cash flow, torch it I blast, you know how it go In the 5-double 0 SL puffin Ls lit while Larce loadin shells in the clip Snakes-murder men formin plots Lickin shots outta drop tops and it dont stop us from gettin the Luchicreno My clique tight like gambinos stickin casinos Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life JM shortys on the run Cocksucker go get your guns [Chorus x1/2] [Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife] I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is fucked up Stick guns I getcha, spit sperm when I cum Party done, use to hustle bubble with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin Minglin in clubs with Jm puffin on mo teams Dont oppose me, shit aint rosy Murderin-lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek I murdered that, we got mad respect Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20s and 50s on the block I got shit on lock in Little Rock My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop went to jail, put the Benz up for bail Now Im fucked up in the cut I got to move to a diffrent state to make some quick bucks As I look around me, dead bodies surround me Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions Sittin on top, tote Glocks smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420 Bodyin motherfuckers for this money [Chorus x2] [ Murder Onze Lyrics ]
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