Представляем точный текст композиции "Spit" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 8 Ball . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Spit» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 8 Ball передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
8 Ball - "Spit"
Lyrics to Spit : [Verse 1] Uhh.. I never played the games, fucked hoes and tricks Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for licks We mob for life, straight scarred for life "Space Age 4 Eva" nigga fuck the hype Hard rounds I bust, crush punks to dust Weak studio gangsta, you cant fuck with us We live the streets, give streets the piece Defeat weak emcees and bust heat to eat My love for change, got me stuck in the game Got me goin insane, who the fuck can I blame' No you but me, not him but I Is the one to blame for anything I try Love life and give, but a trick aint me Give bitches the dick and give niggaz the heat Bust flows that kill, homocide for real Gold grill and trills, you weak niggaz no the deal [Hook] Yall niggaz cant fuck wit... the shit I spit Yall niggaz cant fuck wit... what I fuck wit Yall niggaz cant fuck wit... the shit I kick Yall niggaz cant fuck wit... what I fuck wit [Verse 2] I got a mind for murder, leave niggaz with stitches Bloody kick in the crown for thinkin this is fictitious Ima live for this and Ima die for this Eye for eye for this, flip a pie for this This shit is love and hate, niggaz love to hate it A piece of paper and a ink pen made me straight God knows I try, every breath I take Every song I make, is from the heart to the tape I break and crack flows, build and stack flows Attack the track flows, back to back flows You know, I do whatever to get the cash flow Bust and mash fo eights in the slab ho Southern distributer, narcotic deliverer This shit I be throwin up, combustin and blowin up I told you niggaz this, see now you done got me pissed Eightball - Fat Boy - murderous lyricist [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Yeah.. I never fuck with fakes, these niggaz is snakes Smile in my face schemin tryna see what they can take Emcee for life, AK-47 flows Like Al Capone nigga, Im showin my golds Black skin and rocks, hittin bitches that bop Blowin weed on the parkin lot, fuck the cops We crash the scene, fulla tuss and lean With my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen Fuck niggaz with blunts, tryna get in my mix Brown weed fulla seeds, I dont smoke that shit Im a green fanatic, I should be in a clinic Talkin to a psychiatrist cuz I know I be trippin Long nights, fist fights, smoke till we caint Life of a hustler, go hard in the paint The streets, got no heart, and no mercy I think thats why they call down south dirty [Hook to fade] [ Spit Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с 8 Ball. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Spit» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Spit» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.