Chanse M - Hip Hop [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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[Verse 1: Chanse M]
Trapped inside my thoughts
It's time to let it out
Money broads cars clothes
Is what the rapping bout
Boy shut ya mouth
All y'all niggas loosing
I'm the only real artist Coming out of saint louis
Chanse you gotta prove it
Well I'm about to do it
I take my life story
And spit it to y'all Thru my music
You making twerking music
You think you doing something
Hand me yo CD So I can freaking piss on it
Man y'all don't want it
This is real hip hop
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
And I'm wearing flip flops
Funny acting niggas
I should call you Chris rocks
The fans say my time is coming
So I copped a wrist watch
Nigga tic toc
I waited long enough
You think you got bars
But you not come strong enough
God gave me talent So why not use it
I don't wanna talk to you If it's not about my music

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[Verse 2: Chanse M]
Now and days
Everybody is the same
I just had to make a lane
To come up on a little change
All I ever wanted
Was a crowd to scream my name
Spitting these lyrics on these tracks
So you can feel my pain
And isolated young nigga
With a mic and a pen
I was hella awkweird
Never really had friends
Grew up in the hood
So I ain't never had zip
With that been said
That's why I'm tryna get rich
Grams always told me
She know I got the talent
My daddy always told me Never back down from a challenge
My momma always told me Never take no for a answer
And I knew I was the ish Since I was wearing pampers
So if you talk about me I'm really not tripping
I'm bring hip hop back Take notes and just listen

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