Представляем точный текст композиции "The Surah" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyheim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Surah» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyheim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyheim - "The Surah"
Lyrics to The Surah : (feat. Gutta) [Intro: Show Stoppa] Yeah, shit crazy out here, man Nahwhatimean' We in the streets For real, though, we livin the shit Lotta niggaz is talkin the shit, man Nahwhatimean, every day is a struggle Feel me, uh... yeah, Show Stoppa, man Gutta! Aiyo [Show Stoppa] These cold thoughts got me hot sweatin Pictures in my mind, blood, we tryin hurry Like a center rush, I dont get it And I cant catch it, see when you mock me Life a dream, with a message, but I cant catch it Got me all jammed up, like burn a wall, with the hammer You try to pop, its all jammed up Soft skin gettin tough, and the paper got me missin Salot And the paper got me pitchin the rock I hate baseball, wait, yall We drop bombs, hail mary, you should listen to Pac Mention Pac, gotta mention Biggie So I got a fat black hammer fam, they call it biggie You wishin I give you one more chance, I aint Biggie Cock that thang back, blaow, is you ready to die' They said he thoughtless, heartless and out of control But Im a Muslim, mock me, just watchin my soul Believe, Latin laha, in Allah No God, but Allah, and Muhammed is his messenger But you hot, wound up, disectin ya Body all open, 26 shotsll leave ya body all open S.K., bisectin ya, and the lead and shells is hot, dog If its a loud beef, get ate like a hot doog We Muslim, and it get no realer than that You cant touch a Monk, man, and just look over And he stuck around, now Im spillin the gat Dressed in black face mask, grillin the cafer I submit with to will of Allah, with no rat P-R-A-Y, five times a day, I put my hair down Seven days a week, I put my hair down 12 months a year, all year round, muslims put they hair down [Shyheim] Whose the kid with his mugshot on the cover of the Source Shy show you how to rob niggaz, not in a rap song Thats 3 minutes and 45 seconds too long I could hold a pale horse, blowin a Newport short Nobody does it bigger than my Bottom Up niggaz So much coke on the street, I put Pepsi out of business Shove my metal in your mouth, like braces, but Im not dentist Hip hop fans that listen, dont want me to finish this mischief Im a little, so Imma pray for these niggaz Like, Allah, please forgive em, for testin Shyheim Cuz, he does not know that, I am a prophet And the pro with them twos, cuz I use, is my logic Im everywhere, so keep your head up, like a Pac head Kill me or Imma kill you, nigga fuck it [Interlude: Show Stoppa] Shyheim, is crazy right' Nahwhatimean, we for real out here, Gutta! [Chorus x2: Show Stoppa] If its beef, then its to eat, mission that Before we get, homey, I keep stuff Allah Better ask for forgiveness, homey, yall law Cuz everybody wont make it to the promissed land [5 Mics] My struggles is deep, my pain is deep Got me in trouble in these streets, my faith is week I try to stay focused, but the, pain is hell 24 hours a day, hit a dormant cell I used to go to truma, duece and do 36 rock gots New surahs, and mad ayats Til my faith got it week, started hittin the block Put the Koran down, just a pitch on the block Look at me now, Sa-tan, got me ditchin the cops I know Ill probably feel of fire, when my casket drop Dogs, I full a stomach full of flees and birds When niggaz do, robberies, crush crack to crumbs Im from Brooklyn, where niggaz get found in they Benz With the back of the medula, splashed out on the tint Where the money and church collide, and the gangstas ride They double barrel, have you ass leavin all I can ride This is my turf, since young, Ive been puttin in work Survive, I guess, like throwback jersey shirts Five beat a nigga, thatll twist your ride Im hood, crooked teeth, niggaz what the fifths about Eat your food, have you shittin out, like hillbillies Chew tobacco, my ocks be, spittin out Leave you stretched in your truck, with your braids in the back Im from Brooklyn, nigga, I was trained with the gat Lived my live in the streets, I know about homicide How to hustle, and bang, when the drama ride Pitch crack on the block, where the Gs be at Rock Timbs, army fatigues, ski masks and hats Oh Allah, why do my pain, gotta be so harsh I never destined to be hood, and thrown in cop cars Gutta, Bottom Up, Shyheim, walk with me [Bucks] Ever since the days of playin the dirt Been through it, jeans, things you never in, up in my knees in it Cop a bird, and wing it, the work, debris spinach Tappin the surah, til the fans and them in it I excede the limit, put the weed in the middle With a crack batch, lit it, sever my peritheal vision Seen myself diminish, and use a cannon When my shit touchin, clear up your aim and kitchen But I aint, gettin it, so the sound of you doing dishes Sit up it, like some Latin bangin pursuin the vicious Continous when I picture it, where Allah fit em When you try to get it, and where do the law fit in And when will it stop, I dont make, I just break the rules Reasons for me to make, will do a dent Officer Lat, academics for the things I do When Im too busy with the things I do And its becoming a problem, how Imma say the beef is so loud When they conflict, stutter from some mirage shit The consequences, the end of a long clip Long trip to the trauma center, you harm a Muslim I even look, long at a sister Im tellin you, its the wrong decision Pull heat, put it til you put a hole in the center, I know Im a sinner Thats the least I can do, nigga [ The Surah Lyrics ]
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