Представляем точный текст композиции "Put Up" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Culture VI . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Put Up» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Culture VI передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Culture VI - "Put Up"
Lyrics to Put Up : [Clowd9yne] A slight mishap yall aint gon like this track Spits Im nice with that drip strike ya back Its like Im on a mission now all you punks dissin Clowd Ill have you beat down and into it so bad you missin out Sittin down sippin crown son ya assll get throne off Listen how these cats sound suddenly so soft So fuck your critiques and enough what you speakin Your dreams sayin nothin like you stuck in ya sleep and Somethin is creepin I think its catchin on Comin from any type of object next to yall And its so contagious I aint Kelly or Isley Son Im inside the beast its the belly where I sleep With these sick thoughts I might get brains out it Direction is not needed cuz its always clouded When Im poundin ya sound to the floor it just keeps them Weak emcees who try and make attempts to speak up Ya best bet dont say nothin when ya listenin You scuffle with ya written shit you bustin or ya listenin son Get ya aim right cuz Im a drain life For yall hatin on me sayin I dont spell my name right in that case I take it easy and just drop 9yne With this verse read between the lines man the stop signs Ya block finds it kind of hard Im soul killin And so willin to start my projects with no buildings I dont sound patient no yeast or foundation I rise like the sun but never found day shift And clowns hate this these lyrics are proud rapists Beat you to the concrete you damn brown faces Its goin down alot of yall raisin up Background Cult VI fake cats afraid of us [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Put your life on it Man, you dont want it ' better [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Man, put your wife on it Put your house up, go head [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Yall dont like me Yall wanna hate me I understand why critics aint ready to take me [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Son you actin like you want it then put ya life on it Go head and risk it yeah thats you in a nice coffin so You write war get sickened off this tip To rip all kids to split you all with Think rocket ships yeah some slip and fall shit Youre parents had 4 daughters Im stickin ya forces shit Itchin for more Im a let the Hyst finish you im backstabbin but Im really stickin knives into you I get like chemicals and burn type lyricals The herb type critical your words like pitiful You murder me I think not you might die tryin With those weak plots bad moves and time linin Its 9s to ya mind bitch and Clowds where you be at Lookin down at me like damn I tried to defeat that [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Put your life on it Man, you dont want it ' better [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Man, put your wife on it Put your house up, go head [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Yall dont like me Yall wanna hate me I understand why critics aint ready to take me [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Combustin with flames instinct just look back At this track like "damn raps the only thing Im good at" Ayo Im makin this sick mind trap I find cats Gettin 2 blunt rappin like regular dime sacks Im better than 9 gats knifes and big blades You listen and didnt know that I get hype this way Strangled with nightsticks chains and ropes to ya neck Yall aint tryna survive if you hope for the best Put ya chokin to rest man Im focused to death Im like smoke in ya breath when I open ya chest I been over the best niggaz always below With this track underground its makin the streets glow Take in the heat blow fire from this fist With angel dust you still aint gettin higher than this shit I ride with the VI not claimin the Crips and Its in my Culture son I must remain this sickenin Combustin with flames instinct just look back At this track like damn raps the only thing Im good at I would stack bodies up lumberjack niggaz You should pack shotties up comin back sicker When I thunder - cats shiver I aint never callin truces Id rather double split you and have you fallin to deuces [ Put Up Lyrics ]
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