FeltzPreviewsCovers - Beautiful Music* [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

And i tell them that its the streets that raised me
So please understand that growing up was a little bit crazy
Kept getting hazy instead of learning in school
I was with the fools always fightin' while listening to A Zee
Its me who made me love listening to O'Jays
That old school music with a Zoot and some OJ
I'm focused on my future i ain't worried bout them old plays
I'll be balling like ive got air when ive got on my Jays
Fuck these old problems they was so yesterday
I can't see the haters cos ive got on my Oakleys
Before i hit that pussy we be doing foreplay
Tryna move these pac's till my stacks are Biggie
And know my style is tru like GK
Your mad cos your bitch got my shut on replay
But little did you know my dicks in her mouth when we play
Your girls a thot i know you didn't anticipate
On the block getting chops like im Rozay
Feel like an outcast like my name is Andre
I'm high out my head i think that i am MJ
When i get to writing i leave my pen in a state
I make sure you hear every word that I say
I do it my way when i kill these Beats
Cos i dont play
But just know one day it will be beautiful
I might make music like im the Pharcyde
And blare my music why I'm on a car ride
Like u dont want this to be over
Sat down reminisced why listening to Stankonia
Pictured having sex on that girls waterbed
Thats lived on the edge of Portishead
The rap Marauders
Better lock away your daughter
Watch this bitch freak out while I'm smoking on the skunk
Take her to the backroom and tell her get out them C cups
Then she see's my dick and wants to fuck
But i ain't thinking of us marryin'
Flows cold like them winters
Been weeks on ends ill be grinding for a dinner
Tired of the rumbling that my stomach makes
So ive gotta go a d grind for everything
So getting rid of bricks like Tetris
This new K can give you a haircut
Bitch dont make us get the drums out
Wishing that the bullets dont come out
Its F-E L T-Z
Tryna get B.I.G. and i dont mean grow up
Tryna dodge a witness i. the whip while listening to Hova
One day ill find a way to make beautiful music
The sort that got me to fuck your sis
Plus your chicks up on my dick i know this
Tryna find a loyal chick to shotgun this two-door whip
Tryna find a loyal chick thats the Sweetest Thing
Tryna find an angel with the prettiest wings
But when its drama she can play Dirty
Got myself a ride or die Birdie
Hi there got a idea beat it repeat it
Cos girl you've got one thing that ive needed
I'm sorry i was addicted at a young age
Now she keeps asking for the subway
Dont come round here acting confused
On the strip turning bricks into Cube's
Cos they love my packs dearly
I dont need to paint a picture i explain it clearly
Keep going up every second i dont need a lift
Maybe one day i can make Beautiful Music