ZManic - Ahh few bars [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Me i got the llamas in tahh slaughter goons boom boom boom given homonyms to autotunes Im like ight fool I get you with them techs yeah I said techs
No effects rifles like them rednecks
Imma let that lead wreck that knife will let ya headrest
Jaw up an ya head pezed exposed neck gotta let that dez press ya pecs an out the backs
Eatin up these pussies like ahh lez about tahh wax Ill be bout the tracks
Puffin Loud packs an stuffin racks no tax
If you bout dat then watch ya backs for ya bout tahh lack
My one nigga lovin licks in gloves an shit trigga pull enough tahh click jus tahh get that stuff that stick
Bodies where the tarp fit doin murders like ahh champ do
Take the knife insert er hit the carpet wit the shampoo
Burn ahh nigga in the worst degree murder in the first for me
We leaving pieces diced takin lifes like the pops ahh jesus christ
If you tryna imitate me an ya artificial ill straight eliminate G’s an then ill start ahh vigil candle light
Grippin pistols an the handles tight slippin missiles flannel height
Seein more toes than ya sandals might all tags no Childs play body bags in piles lay bout ahh miles way
An ill stay ahh soldier wit my gear tucked an I always got ahh handy tool
Tears slip in ya tear duct snitchin like that Sammy bull get ya rear fucked wit no pity like P - Diddy in his kilt
Snitchin never fit me nitty gritty how I’m built faggot niggas are the saddest my jacket inhabit madness an havoc
If ya got it i got ahh have it dippin quick interest in murder avid rippin clips im lookin rabid lean we sippin trip an tip fuckin satisfied ahh rat has died now I got ahh add ahh lick ya resist ill be pissed hit ahh nigga wit ahh slab ahh brick
Out quicker then ahh rabbit shit ya girl sick so she hurl I got ahh have her quick
My shit click turn ahh bitch to ahh cadaver wit my mad hatter shit money tall so tall niggas need ahh ladder wit
Gun em all pullin triggas evidence tahh tatter with hide shit an scatter shit
If you got it let ya hip blast bitch ass ill leave ya where the crips pass an dip fast
An if not ill let them bloods know flood hoes wit blood flow out both you an ya buds nose
Given niggas ought ohs placed in the same hole ya slut goes never apart headshots set in clever tahh start
An the bitch got lead in tahh sever her heart I ain't no powerful lawyer funerals full ahh flowers them Royers
An I ain't no judge when niggas ain't budgin jus a few shots hit that nigga his brother sister mother her mister an cousin
Dreamin ahh cheddar in stacks an my fingers lookin orange while im getting better with macs an kickin niggas doors in
Ahh couple I wish death to brains paint the walls any nigga they breathe breath to gonn need some gauze
Cuz you no sleep on me no matter what ya do best place to see for you will be ICU
Yeah nigga ICU do you see me ? I stay true kill you an flee
That’s how it do an how it be thorough an quick you ain't even know it
The borough be pissed cuz we growin an blowin
Talkin more shit ? Hope ya war fit bullets in orbit get da door hit go through an get ya core bit
Nigga forfeit I take the strap from where I store it out ahh my pocket notice my Glock fit fixin tahh mount ahh eye socket
So I cock it an rock it nigga halt you ain't gone far triggas pull get ya caught in the lumbar
An ahh few in the clavicle bet ya never knew that this rappin bull even had ahh tool
So I hope that lead it taste fine hit the head an waistline
An leave em shittin brown like the middies fire hittin down in the kidneys
Mittens an the alleys in the town hid thee fake niggas I rid thee so basically ya dead or ya wit me
Ain't stressin on shit I do me an let Wesson do hits while my mind sprints
If yall confessin no hints ill find Clints an shove it in ya belly I glove it an ya smelly wit the violence
Choppahs like ya gov get an the heli bringin silence
In my dreams got an O to keep me opposite from low on the finest weeds we blow an plant the finest seeds tahh grow
Crib tricked out the finest killas say ya highness wit coke up in the sinus ain't shit out there like mine is
5 piece an nuggets micky D murder rates crease in the slug fit trick wit me ya sure tahh fade
Take ya arms turn em while we tussle quick hits turn ya sternum to ahh puzzle gun like vicks pits jus burnin through the muzzle
Catchin bites right tahh left so we keep in sight ahh heft
Id like to dap this nigga up pull him close an unload then cap this nigga up an heavy dose the elbows
Drag em down the fuckin block still unloading the clip crush his dome wit ahh fuckin rock make his head explode an jus dip
Picked the wrong day to fuckin talk cuz im exposin ya shit an if ya jaw wanna fuckin knock it’ll hang low like ahh clip
Motherfuckin extendo controlling niggas in shit like they stuck in Nintendo
Ill soak ahh joke ahh wit his hocus pocus round his neck ahh rope is nigga ya hopeless im what ahh loc is
Your what ahh joke is I toke the mocha an get back to focus on where the coke is im in this dope biz
That coca cola no relation tahh soda I roll ahh O up lookin asian well no duhh
We stroll wit no quota can't fix or limit the profit licks come wit it none off it
Pounds an bricks in pockets hope wit da six it all fits get the cough shit an some chocolate
Leavin niggas on lock an thirsty seein coco like we mockin Hershey fuck around ahh no no on ya block the hearse be
Was never askin for a lot god he never listens jus ahh task an get ahh shot its odd i blast an miss it like the past is on the dot an even if i hit the shit the mask is what i got an the moneys lookin like ahh dream run wit me son gun wit me we like ahh team its much needed support for when it seems ahh couple phenes in court an if we caught im takin life the snitch be taught your shakin knifes now shortys back hurts throwin partys in the black shirts black pants fit the body an ya mommy in ahh black skirt paper thick yet the stack hurt fuck the tricks nigga match that shit wit ahh black hearse we know the streets an give no tips ya know that my nigga throw the beats like clips an call it throwback deploy deep shit an call it slow rap keep em pleased leave ahh nigga no cap trigga creep release we know traps licks an cheese brainmatter hit ya ho lap it dont matter watch ahh ho nap hollow mix ya knees automatic follows hailin tips switchin clips till the click an seaze stingin niggas on the grips as if they throwin sticks at bees no eatin jus straw to the lips all in ahh sip if ya trick wit me imma fuckin magician all the tricks jus stick tahh me ahh lick will be new kicks 23's no trickery ahh prick will be lit like ahh bic or smoked like hickory im sick leave ya shit nicked an split bustin strings to the fakes like pics hit the shit an this is why that death is rest I squint the eye tahh dress the chest wit hollow tips tahh mess the rest I follow hits my dez confess cops follow shit so that dez one less ditch it while I run from em if ahh nigga wit shit imma ride wit em get ya lid hit then hide wit em once the cops an the opps clear imma stop it right here get my guap an ill cop beer 40 oz tahh get my mind clear rollin with my homies so I won't find fear my niggas know my niggas blow them triggas go an get cha wit ya ho we ruthless the truth is we beat ya with the pistol till ya ass is toothless if ya wanna blast we jus pass too quick wit those two fists uppercut till we gas ya ass cuz we do this Im mindless wit no road no whip the kindest get ahh ho tahh strip hit ya take ya soul an dip an dine as this new o is lit you got ahh goal well mine is hit this dro an spit now most you niggas think you push all cuz of the link an kush you niggas eat the pink an tush fuckin wit the stink an bush alls I fucks wit is one bitch she ride or die an tuck shit while ya run snitch an duck hits cuz you done bitch only fit wit that fuck shit I stay fit cuz im stuck wit ahh big chopper that make me proper she wanna spit an I can't stop er so I stay top her an load her up I spray pop er an hold em up like bitches where that cash be if ya tryna catch me ill be happy tahh put ya ass where that trash be then go home like im lassie Tired of this struggling Im chillin at the crib got the iron an we cuddlin waitin for a lick then we fire an we double in our stacks quick bitches want the dick cuz im trouble an I wax slick but im loyal an I mean that I keep ahh 38 an ah tre where the neen(nina) at niggas wanna hate while they lay where the scene at hit ya in the spleen splat weight up where the lean at I turnt the murder rate up cuz I always been ahh mean cat Shit is deep right before it hits it creeps its funny with the hints no leaps wantin money like the mints no leafs so ya packin clints walkin streets your minds without ahh tint an talks while your back in sleep in vision deep within ahh mac ann g's ain't no micky d's i ain't sayin mac an cheese nigga mac an g's sticky g's packin these leave ahh black nina tease an spray cats like ahh fat nigga sneeze bullets piercin rapid on the sprees i could pull it fierce an that'd get ya eased cap released buckshot got niggas takin naps in trees an what not halt nigga my gats been gettin pleased if ya gotta strap yep bet that shit gettin siezed trappin like ahh rats been gettin squeezed rappin spittin caps an gettin cheese while they talkin shit in need ahh crest i stalk an hit ya need ahh vest in the coffin sits ahh bleedin chest of ahh soft an lit pleadin mess straight exterminate we don't need ahh pest niggas masturbate sure tahh hate quicker than my laughter rate bullets givin head aches an the medics come in after late kill ya mother an ya father so we fuckin wit ahh bastards fate got heat like we southern yet we gunners in ahh blastin state Go retarded on ahh ho like an autistic kid smoke an get low an you know the biscuit hid pull up an hit ya lid I fucks wit no kids cuz I gots ahh hit list an shit haha that was just ahh kid send drones to ya home im Obama I miss the kids only difference my llama touches my wrist tahh grip you a bitch ass hittin children wit missles bitch im poor an your rich yet that door to my 20's in mids money won't mean shit cuz no nigga will be grumy wit my kids talkin that shit this world's out wit targets that hit receive no remorse I roll it I spark it I hit an I need now no more with no smoke Im not me can't function won't listen I roll smoke im cocky will not be ahh Christian myself my religion this world she's my bitch an im shovin my fist in fuck all them bros dissin talk shit an ill listen fuck up your condition young bulls on some dumb shit talkin an walkin as if they on some drum shit long clip spill clips bong hits an thrill trips as if you all tough some of ya cool but ya bitches all bluff i love my bros love my fam shout out keep it all tucked niggas creep wit dumb luck count it leaches enough to suck all yall blood im tryna stay real yet theese niggas is mud dirt an jus bull shit runnin the mouth pump to the mouth reach the brains an leave em all out im insane ahh believer ahh doubt never listen jus envision those higher in position droppin towers scarin christians bunch ahh liars an bitches war is red for the blood yet green seems to reach to theese liars up above wanna call them niggas thugs yet you the ones placin bugs bitch please they sellin dubs tryna grub cuz this system isn't with em it jus whips em if they lippin acknowledges the pain within yet kicks em while they limpin so now they rob the system dump the clip an im 40 sippin hit the spot pull the hot if the shorty trippin pull the pot bong rippin so im truely trippin lil nigga now im surely dippin i like cheese an nike ease. if i sight jeez. i light jeez. i cough an i sneeze while i puff on my cheese. green cheese green crack ayy kay. cherry pie 8k on top one rack jus a tip. yet i drop one stack rims 26 wit the shits iraq. bitches wanna lip like i slack. come talk shit to my track. one hit seein black no nigga but i clap. as soon as i burn straps. lean back an spray macs i spit facts wit trey laps. of iron while im firing so stay back. Well it seems money is control. dead presidents the role. of a nigga lose his soul. then he rob you from ahh hole. At the end I see no purpose we just failed as we begun another stupid fuckin creature didn’t know what we had done to come into this fuckin show of weakness we have run see as me im done chill pull the fuckin dutch ain't no rush for dyin ain't no loss of touch my vision an my mind is the god I trust while grippin on the iron while it fuckin rust out here in the rain smiling while I bust for crust an get the bread stay true to your vocabulary before these niggas get ahh clue of all the trash ya burry stickin like some glue to you that past you carry bitches you had em but the game that bitch that you had to marry keeps you locked in ahh room with all that shit that ya carry im thinkin ahh gats that vary iphone main shit trap with the blackyberry I guess ima dumb fuckin kid cuz I idolize thugs cuz the thugs up above get none ahh my love fuck the system takes guns an runs drugs through doctors yet nugs ain't proper to love fuck all the buzz im higher than fuck kill niggas like myers dumb luck an some plyers buck shots for torture an murder leave snitches an lyers tahh rot. I paint wit ya blood the portrait the burner carves out in the mud the one nigga high off the bud other nigga wit the wire an slug I give this fire ahh tug bitch you ahh scrub trust me nigga im higher above This world is as simple as love learn it an know it my nigga we all get along but see its bout that paper niggas wantin pussy they don’t ask before they take her in other words fucked up people an their makers like jesus he the savior bitch fuck that shit you know its fake come an suck this dick like its flavored wit this dro I bake papers an listen to these politicians I used to never give ahh fuck but now shit jus be in my visions like niggas runnin no gun police never missin the spot where the badge is mark where the bitch is RIP to the youngins lost out there flippin I never lived it jus mentally visit through lines when ya spit shit Money trees Im croppin crystals on the leafs
Murder is a trend and my spits ahh disease 23 hightops an theese pistols up my sleeves Buckshots spread infectious cuttin niggas like c sections smokein dank ill demonstrate what the pen does an teach lessons My friends all keep wessons 38 revolvin smoke like cheech'd be present id say pray for me yet belief it ain't present I nut up on opinions like ahh tranny nigga nut up on some linen light the bud up guess im sinnin cuz the devil he my nigga an his level is my minion Fuck nahh im jus kiddin the fuck is ahh religion its ahh fuckin up decision hit up lens crafters nigga cuz they fuckin up ya vision shortly then after triggas got ya duckin in ya kitchen all up in the fridge when shots hit ya bitch then im rich from what your missin Went from highschool with the back pack to smokin cats bein ahh high bull smokin the lack pack never fuckin wit crack yet one hit thats jus it ain't got shit back in track yet savage shit hype lit like ahh crack head been known tahh crack heads like studderin produces spit call it mac lead new clip straight hits till the tracks dead im sane cuz i rap lead while the pigs an the strapped feds for no reason keep leavin theese blacks dead