Представляем точный текст композиции "Rebels Symphony" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Ja Rule . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Rebels Symphony» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Ja Rule передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Ja Rule - "Rebels Symphony"
Lyrics to Rebels Symphony : (Someone Talking) Lights out niggas! (Huh) You clowns (Ha, Ha, Ha) The Murderers is here now The game has changed You know what I mean Nobody knows you anymore Your records make no sense You know what I mean I just want to know, all I want to do, I just want to know, how does it feel Huh, let me know What it feel like, huh (Ja Rule) I know yall niggas is, thinking of thoughts, how yall gon catch the Rule Its, catch a dude and, send the feud But it wont do, cause now I got a crew nigga Black Child, Tah, Murda fucking Inc. nigga O-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heater Or the fucked up rental, or a hot two seater As long as the love with me Hoods will never forget me I could put raps in them, and shine up the city Like elected Frank Nitty, jot a Big Poppa For reasons of, we run up in a big truck and pop ya Midnight opera Over the wheels, slug body marks, and pop up (Tah Murdah) Seem like yall niggas aint never gon learn Either you hitting, or the nigga getting hit Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit gon pop And never been, a small nigga Always a score nigga That be up in your braud nigga You fraud nigga Cop yae, from far, but never raw niggas My As and SKs will rob when its war nigga Product and money So if you want fifteen, its twenty And if you less than ten, I wont bend Or yall niggas to run with it Gun busting, I done did it And anything else that come with it You dont want it If its real, put the deal on it Stand up niggas will have you sitting in chairs with wheels on them And that murder shit, Im still on it Murder for life Give a fuck if you a accept it You better respect it, unless its, one of my fam members Leave whoever into this involvement in legal tendency Laying where the dirt be You dig this Better recover with some big shit Or duck when this fifth spit (Someone Talking) Another question: Is you willing to die just as much as you want to kill' (Black Child) I went from handcuff recovering Blowing up from bubbling Shot muscling All my checks doubled in Fuck tussling Word to God Got a hundred men, with guns and tems And we love Mack-10s Since the sex, got a nigga blushed with me Got a nigga wet Dropped the lex Copped the tech We cashing checks, son We out to get the decimals Dont know about the rest of you You fucking with professionals Murderers, that will split your juggle up Motherfucker Ill cut ya And you think Tah touch ya Then we flip shit with bitches that ride all day And niggas that get head, on the highway And niggas hating To see Satin Or be played Im gon tell yo hoe, you in hell waiting While niggas on Earth Flossed like they first For what its worth Murderers blast first (Someone Talking) Niggas respect murder everywhere Its the streets Nobodys dancing in the streets Huh, the streets is ours man, murder (Vita) Nigga, its so hard to say good-bye I wonder why Take a sneak peak kissing herbs on a high Hah, Im down for whatever, whenever Murderers stick together See Vita, be that chick to hard throb you nigga Fuck you, then rob you nigga A grimy braud, that will set you and wet you Leave you for my dogs to fetch you Tie you up and wet you Unless you, talking pacos again It dont matter The longer we spend, the longer we win And Gotti, showed me how to work these niggas ''' these niggas And hurt these niggas And Ill be there, when my niggas need bail Catch a body, take the stand, and wont tell T-tale, I flip wholesale retail Cheap, so you can get deep into this female (Someone Talking) Gangstas and hoes are together Dont let nobody tell you no different, man Its the beginning of time I love my bitches Motherfucker its on one When I come through, niggas run Niggas know Equipped with guns, ya heard so You get plugged up and gutted out Found dead with a gun in your mouth Now what you talking about' Scold on these streets Im involved with thugs, who carry heat To lift you off your feet The riding suite But when its time to eat, the guns come Niggas bitch Im like he dont want none of the Murderers [ Rebels Symphony Lyrics ]
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