Представляем точный текст композиции "Murderous Mcz" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bad Azz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Murderous Mcz» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bad Azz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bad Azz - "Murderous Mcz"
Lyrics to Murderous Mcz : Set some fire to this Then puff, puff, and hold it in Take a head spin, lifes a high and then you die You might die peaceful, you might die tragic My lifes like magic, rock Bentleys through traffic Before I see a casket I got to see some section on my weight That thered probably stress myself to death With all the attempts to stay sane and get rich It all depends on maintain and get chips Like in Casinos in Vegas, I only interact with playas who ride major I only move for the paper It aint hard, but it sure aint easy Gotta touch what ya see if ya like what ya lookin at You can die askin other people what you lookin at' Touchin that make us get to bustin at ya Now you where nothins at, aint no discussin that Keep it on the quiet, all that jaw-jackin cause riots More life loss, how much do a life cost' You aint got the dough for that, we aint finna go for that We livin too low for that, with nothin to lose I aint got nothin to lose, everything I touchll come up Im waitin round now for little mama with her pistols for sell Her baby daddy in jail And these his gun sheets sell to me upstate Right now doin eight for a federal Thats what they tellin me in the hood the other day You find whos doin what, in the strangest way [Chorus] What, what is it, nigga, you aint heard of us' You aint never ever heard the word murderer' What is it, nigga, you aint heard of us' You aint never ever heard the word murderer' What is it, nigga, you aint heard of us' You aint never ever heard the word murderer' What is it, nigga, you aint heard of us' You aint never ever heard the word murderer' We heard that the word done got around pretty quick Cause on the eastside, man, its been poppin and shit I caught ya mouth runnin, thats black ''' on the beatin Thats Bad Azz rappin, thats the truth, yes on that one But sometimes the word on the street can get you beat And other times it get so deep the way a nigga need some heat So outta yo mouth please keep my name So we can keep this on a level where the seat dont flame To think and say to thought, is a blessing itself And if you get begged to talk, thats a blessing for wealth But your best bet is to know when to say what, whys that' Cause you can get your people ''', aiiiight When that happen people die unhappy And what could be said and who can hear you when your dead They talkin bout the words was once thoughts in ya head You told em when you really shouldve sold em, now thats a fact So quote the words if you caught it And its out my mouth, and you done heard you done bought it Game, paid [Chorus] Money that keep us livin, the hungry people is dyin This crooked road we walkin, the devil he keep us lyin We fightin amongst each other, the sistas they turn on brothas The kids could barely live without they fathers and they mothers The hate, they keep us losin, no fate, its so confusin You wait, you be the victim of the pickin and the choosin The cops, they wanna kill us, its nobody there to help us So please somebody get on the phone and call Jesus We dyin out here for no reason, deaths every season Lifes like an asthma attack Barely breathin, you on point and get smoked like a joint Please belive it, the devils so deceivin Hell have you at his magic show with all the tricks up his sleeve And you believe him, he gone take your ass with him to a bad place You gon wanna be with us, cryin with a sad face Money that keep us livin, the hungry people is dyin This crooked road we walkin, the devil he keep us lyin The kids could barely live without they fathers and they mothers The hate, they keep us losin, no fate, its so confusin You wait, you be the victim of the pickin and the choosin The cops, they wanna kill us, its nobody there to help us So please somebody get on the phone and call Jesus We dyin out here for no reason, deaths every season Lifes like an asthma attack Barely breathin, you on point and get smoked like a joint Please belive it, the devils so deceivin Hell have you at his magic show with all the tricks up his sleeve And you believe him, he gone take your ass with him to a bad place You gon wanna be with us, cryin with a sad face [ Murderous Mcz Lyrics ]
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