Текст песни QUSH, RIO PERI, CVPELLV, ПАНЧ - FONK
- Исполнитель: QUSH, RIO PERI, CVPELLV, ПАНЧ
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С понедельника по вторникВ среду, пятницу, субботу
Каждый день недели, месяца летели
Я без отдыха работал
Новый день и те же мечты
Снова крепко держу меч, а ты?
Вижу цель и я все ближе к ней
Я ближе к берегу, не нужен перекур
Hall of fame
Don’t even know what i’m ordering
Pray for the life and i honour it
Don’t think i owe no apology
Cos i’ve been down, i was feeling alone
Feeling superb like you gave me wings
100 percent on my energy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Here to say it gon’ be better
Coming through in any weather
Man i could this for ever
Ready or not, keep it clever
You know i’ll be up on your radar
Different phases - faced it
Feeling like nothing can faze me
Putting that work on a daily
Just to say, “mama, i made it!”
Покидали дом и грели мы вагоны на погоне к этой dream life
Стало быть оттуда встали на попутный ветер и покуда летаем
Homie, we doin' that business
All over the world, not afraid of the distance
Grantin’ wishes, we not waitin' for christmas
We be lying on the beach, y’all don’t miss us
Брат мой, перезаряжай миниган свой
Бигги ведь нам поручал закидать все тела в морг
Переполошить, джиг, танцпол
Тянем затвор, бас - ствол, газ в пол - это warzone
Снова ринг полон - это hardcore
Bar’ы на взлет, fast flow, y'all know - это стайл мой
Были детьми - били плетьми
А теперь и гранаты мало будет, чтоб победить
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Oh
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle, homie!
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Oh
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Oh
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle, homie!
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Oh
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Перевод песни
Monday to TuesdayWednesday, Friday, Saturday
Every day of the week, months flew by
I worked without rest
New day, same dreams
I'm holding my sword tightly again, and you?
I see the goal and I'm getting closer to it
I'm closer to the shore, don't need a smoke break
Hall of fame
Don’t even know what I’m ordering
Pray for the life and i honor it
Don’t think i owe no apology
Cos i've been down, i was feeling alone
Feeling superb like you gave me wings
100 percent on my energy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Here to say it gon’ be better
Coming through in any weather
Man i could do this for ever
Ready or not, keep it clever
You know i’ll be up on your radar
Different phases - faced it
Feeling like nothing can phase me
Putting that work on a daily
Just to say, “mama, I made it!”
We left the house and heated the carriages in pursuit of this dream life
Therefore, from there we got into a tailwind and as long as we were flying
Homie, we doin' that business
All over the world, not afraid of the distance
Grantin' wishes, we don't waitin' for Christmas
We be lying on the beach, y’all don’t miss us
My brother, reload your minigun
Biggie ordered us to throw all the bodies into the morgue
Stir up, jig, dance floor
Pull the shutter, bass - barrel, gas to the floor - this is warzone
The ring is full again - this is hardcore
Bars to take off, fast flow, y'all know - this is my style
When we were children we were beaten with whips
And now even a grenade won’t be enough to win
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Oh
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle, homie!
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Oh
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Oh
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle, homie!
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!
Oh
Hustle!
Huh?
Hustle!