Представляем точный текст композиции "The Pit" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Dipset . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Pit» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Dipset передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Dipset - "The Pit"
Lyrics to The Pit : (feat. 40 Cal, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer) [J.R. Writer] Holla No sorrow haters wrapped in a Tahoe For all those who saw J smash the Apollo yikes All covered in ice like I was standing in Times Square On "The Day After Tomorrow" holla Im in to bigger dough, sicker flow Rocky dial what make it possible to Rocky-bow hit your hoe I feel like Bigelow cause ever since I got the churp number All I been hearing was bleep like the Springer show I got Poppa Al money you got pocket-style money Doggie, these mauries try a thou dunny Girls dropping wild funny Soon as I step in and want to grab on the gator like Crocodile Dundy See Im the worst round, youll hit the dirt ground I surf towns in Jaguars thats dirt brown I know it hurt clown, to see me laid in a suite Under sheets, stuffed with more feathers than a First Down Comfortable [Hell Rell] Yo I copped a couple Ks for the beef when it goes down I told niggaz that they couldnt eat in they own town Fuck off the strip, for I bust off a clip My time is money I got to get the fuck off this brick Follow me around and well see the life of a hustler Follow you around and well see the life of a buster Beat down, smacked up, robbed every minute And my soldiers, they treat me like Im God every minute Hot as a fuck, but dont get acknowledged enough This is grade-A piff you got garbage to puff And when it come to my rocks get it polished and buffed Same thing with your girl I get polished and buffed A few bricks on the table, Im smoking by the pound If I dont blow Im on the next thing smoking out of town Im sitting on grenades, Im sitting on some blades Yay, flip it suede fitted sitting on my braids Nigga I got gats to tuck and Cadillac the truck I deal with mathematics homeboy and you aint adding up Two plus two dont equal five I eat the truth but feed you lies you bitch nigga And I aint ask to come through, man Im barging out From now on you address me as ' [40 Cal] Im the kid from 140 baby 40 making all the cake My dope like tsunami, I kill em off a water weight You play 50 get your story straight Niggaz up in 50 minus 2, thats ya number due, the 48 Well do the math, the niggas a problem You broke, ya dead broke when I kill em and rob em 40, niggaz think they can call shots. Yall aint got no winds you lost hair like a bald spot You want the Tupac Shakur props' But its like a disease now cause all yall got is smallpox And thats off top at ya door with 4 knocks 40 catch vicks in they halls like coughdrops Porsche box, school you how to sell the coke-a Cause "Diplomat" without the "t" spells diploma Tryna, tell you dolja, the flame in ya ass The game in a smash, 40 keep his name in a stash You the type to go to jail, turn ya name to Shebazz Im a menace, the O-Dog with the Caine on the ave 40 [ The Pit Lyrics ]
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