Marley Brooker - Tom Brady [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Marley Brooker (Ghost Capone)]
They gon let me talk my shit nigga (shiiit) [echos]
Empire shit (huh) [echos]

[Hook: Marley Brooker (Miss Cash) [Ghost Capone]]
Coming Up, Coming down
Mixed breed shawty head renown
Bad bitch, Sea Town
Took her now we got it
Made in Miami look Around
Tom Brady
Nigga feelin' like he Tom Brady
Niggas hate me like I'm Tom Brady
Super model type wifey like in Tom Brady
(Boy you so crazy) [evil laughs]

[Verse 1: Marley Brooker (Ghost Capone)]
Livin la vida loca
Like I don't give a fuck (for life)
Told Aunt Sheila ima get her
When I get some bucks
Ima be back but now it's off
They gassin up the buses
U hear the bass in every track
You know they love percussion
Whether it's Tim or Roc or Fresh Kid
You know what we reppin
Dade county representa
Grove boy since the great conception (huh)
Mona Lisa ain't have shit on mama
Anti-nirvana the state
So I'm burnin hella marijuana
Fuck a piss test
Grindin wit the stick vest
Fuck the Feds watching
Bumpin Squalle gettin my dick wet
It's drowning- it can't breath
Her pussy wet- it's slippery
Swerve heaux come thru
Get curbed now u sleep on nigga
Chauffeur
Please come and get me
It's, time to put work
R.G.F. playa we don't see nothin
But that skirt and that cold hard
So cold hard nigga go hard on lurk
Ima dickhead ima asshole ima prick
Just call me jerk
Or Tom Brady

[Hook: Marley Brooker (Miss Cash) [Ghost Capone]]
Coming Up, Coming down
Mixed breed shawty head renown
Bad bitch, Sea Town
Took her now we got it
Made in Miami look Around
Tom Brady
Tom Brady
(Boy you so crazy) [evil laughs]

[Outro Talking: Marley Brooker [Ghost]]
Yea yea it's ya boy Young Crookz
(niggas uh) aka Marley Brooker aka mufuckin
(takin' shit back) don't worry bout it
(takin' nigga shit) name change but the voice stay the same nigga
(bitch pussy still drip from it) shout to my nigga Jones
R.I.P. to my nigga Ghost (what up Kareem you know I got'chu)
Shoutout to Cash (strong arming niggas for they shit)
We don't give a fuck (Makaveli Disciple shout Truth About 2Pac)
It's that unofficial Stricly Bizness part 2
Niggas roaming though my city like it's ok, okay! [evil laugh]
Real talk I don't care if LeBron people wit you
I was in a good mood... (This still my Grove nigga)
We leave it at that
At the end of the day ya bitch was still on my bitch nigga
('05) face to face, 3D, you feel me
I ain't, I ain't stuntin', I ain't frontin' nigga (VMA's)
Hope you enjoyed the run tho, It's has been impressive
(All things must come to an end you already nino my nigga)
White Book got the clues (we gon take the torch back)
I'm saying tho- You ain't no 2pac nigga!!
Maneuvering in the Sea of Sin (let this bitch ride out)
We down here (fuck you thought it was?) Made in Miami goddamit
You niggas know what it is, you heard me?
Shout to Relentless (dominated in the aftermath- aright my nigga)
Shout to Gunshine, shout to my nigga Fresh!
It's the New Testimate my nigga
In Relentless we trust (no one)
We lay stake and claim right now mufucka
Recognize, The Empire
Fuck bout The Nation nigga...
I'm jus tryin stay off probation