Представляем точный текст композиции "Talking To The World" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jim Jones . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Talking To The World» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jim Jones передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jim Jones - "Talking To The World"
Lyrics to Talking To The World : [Jim Jones] I grew up in the jects, five inch what I press Fry way to hold a tec, live bait Im so brazy man In them pissy staircases, we just sittin here Waitin with them crystal clear cases tryin to make a sale When that wreck came around, Im in the trench with my pound Im pitchin you cracks and the bench is my mound (whats good) It aint no freezin this game, Im in the freezin the rain Tryin to make Gs off the caine so I can freeze up a chain (Jacob!) Or put the Spres on the thang (spinners!) So I can speed through the game (vroom!) Thats why I think kinda different, and some think that Im twisted Cause I smoke too much, and I drink til Im twisted (Im on point) Im tryin to maintain to stay afloat (thats right) Cause that main game of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (thats a wrap) Thats why Im downin booze, I stay surround by dudes That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time [Jim Jones] The purple, HAZE, keep scorchin and burnin Nightmares at night I wake up in sweat, tossin and turnin (I cant sleep) Im light on my sleep, I cant get a wink, I might miss somethin I think if I blink I might miss somethin (what happened what happened) Constantly rollin up haze (uh-huh) As I stomp through this block man they throwin up treys (Eastside) We from the streets, know the struggle, know the hustle Know the hook, know to cut it, know to double (know that price) Now if you dont change your mind, change your grind Dont get caught in the facade, dont get caught up on a charge (Dont be facin six) You know that life goes by Just as fast as them nights goes by Hold fast, them blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!) We movin white, whole pies Hope to God that the law or the vice dont ride (SQUALIE!) We been trapped in our own hustle You see the governments the powder but the crack is our own hustle We smart aint we' [Jim Jones] Sheeit, the heats in the kitchen, I speak to you listen The beef if it thicken the heatll stay clickin, believe that' Ill be burnin water, while I turn the corners (uh-huh) Ill be more than gone as {'} R.I.P., man thats kind of redundant Niggaz, dyin off dumb shit, bullets fly when the gun spit Plus, man they ridin to dump clips (yes sir!) In hooped up whips, the place miss and I scoop up with the eighth in em, they shoot up shit and straight get em (boom) They chew up shit like straight sick em (sick em) Over that turf or strip, or that work the bricks Well squirt the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo) Thats the code of my land Over that blue and them grams, niggaz blowin your man (we gon get em) Get you all shot over hoes for a grand Man, death is so cheap in my hood - short paper [ Talking To The World Lyrics ]
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