Представляем точный текст композиции "Threat" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jay-Z . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Threat» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jay-Z передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jay-Z - "Threat"
Lyrics to Threat : [Intro] Yo once a pimp gets threats Thats right, thats the - the thats, thats threats them And Im serious about mine, Im so sin-surr And I, nigga Ill kill ya, Ill chop ya up Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin with me I done told you niggaz The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me You niggaz must got 9 lives 9th wonder [Verse One] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya Am I frightenin ya' Shall I continue' I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along Now its a duet, and you wet, when you check out the technique from the 2 tecs and I dont need two lips To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit This is a un-usual musical I conductin You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic I dont care if you C. Delores Tuck-it Or you Bill OReilly, you only rylin me up For three years, they had me peein out of a cup Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think Im gon be, what' Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred Im young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry Or the FDR, in the seat of my car Screamin out the sunroof death to yall You cant kill me, I live forever through these bars I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head The whole hoodll want ya, you startin to look like bread I send them boys at ya, I aint talkin bout Feds Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said [Chorus] I make em wait for you til five in the mornin Put your smarts on the side of your garment Nigga stop fuckin with me R. -- I. -- P. [Interlude] Thats right there nigga, nigga Im wild Nigga I keep trash bags with me Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr! [Verse Two] Grown man I put hands on you I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you Lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you ... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine Let the audience watch, it aint a thang Yall wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it Your boy got the goods yall dont want nuttin of it Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you Change your face or the bullets change all that for you ... yall niggaz is targets Yall garages for bullets, please dont make me park it in your upper level, valet a couple strays from the 38 special, nigga, God bless you [Chorus] [Interlude] Yeah Im threatening ya, YEAH Im threatening ya! Who you thank you dealin with' They call me Chris, nigga I been makin threats since I been in kindergarten nigga! Huh, ask about me, see if you aint heard [Verse Three] When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies like numchuks held by the Jet L-I Im the one, thus meanin no one must try No two, no three, no four, know why' Because ones four-five might blow yo high You aint gotta go to church to get to know yo God Its a match made in heaven when I {*blaow*} splay the 7 Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11 Where you been, you aint heard, got the word that Im {*blaow blaow*} that Im so sin-surr' Im especially Joe Pesci with a grin I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again Thats right [Chorus] [Outro] Whattup' Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what' Nigga Ill throw a Molotov cocktail through your mommas mommas house Nigga what the - where everybody live! Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga and help you swallow Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga And sweep nigga - hold on, Ill be - nigga what' [ Threat Lyrics ]
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