Представляем точный текст композиции "Tools" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ABK . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Tools» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую ABK передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
ABK - "Tools"
Lyrics to Tools : I wanna know where the fuck are my down ass underground killas Straight cap peelas Walking the earth, been mean since birth Taking every damn thing in sight thats worth Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack Eastside bitches like that Sometimes I feel that I cant eat, cant sleep Put me in a hole baby 6 feet deep Better yet, just leave me alone Ive survived this long with a microphone Roaming the streets, mean mugging police Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece So now I feel that I owe it to yall Youre the reason that Im here instead of dead and gone And dont think that Im here to stress you out I just wanna let you know what Im about (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero Face facts, do the math You can try to relax but this killa aint like that Wait a minute let me tell the truth Im relaxed like a mothafucka tomahawking a fool Walk away just keeping my cool Like Im sneaking in line at a big venue No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue Yo Blaze am I right' (WOOP WOOP) Thats what the fuck Ive been trying to say Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways Thats why we only gather once a year Because the world really cant afford to disappear So now we all break bread never misled And the drama that I bring you will never forget And the ones thats down no matter where youre at Im just here to let you know that I got your back (Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Im bored as the come, homie dont be slipping acting dumb Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some The streets are talking I be listening, hearing Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing Ask me if I ever been jacked, Ive been screwed and taxed, dont ask Some suckas with two little stripes to attack Mothafuckas aint shit, Im a soldier Drag bodies into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders Middle name Murda, Colton Grundy the rest You see me packing a gun in the vest Now do your best to stay alive, I aint never gonna die Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try' Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for mine Aint no way aint anybody gonna stop my shine Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and robberies I do it for the streets and the money, show respect (Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero (Thanks to Corey for these lyrics) [ Tools Lyrics ]
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