Представляем точный текст композиции "357" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «357» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Bo - "357"
Lyrics to 357 : [Verse 1: C-Bo] My first name is Smith, my last name is Wesson, but in yo hood Im known as 357, have yo neighborhood punk quick to shoot a man, an have Clark Kent thinkin that hes superman, wit six in the cylinders chambers, Im the cup of curs that got ya feelin like the ultimate banger, but some fools misuse my abilities, doin drive-by shootin everything they see, Im quick to cap it in yo life if you tempt me, playin Russian ruelet but is the cylinder empty, fully loaded fool, you shouldnt have been trippin, then you wouldnt be holdin yo head in yo hands to keep yo brains from drippin, Im a lethal weapon registered in everythang, used by the police, dope dealers an yo local gang, Im the hardest mutha fucka alive, right in front of yo eyes, kill any man wit the quickness now who the fuck am I' [Chorus] Im Mr. Tre-five-seven, quick to peel a cap, Im yo friend to the end, you know I got yo back, Im known to every trigga finga so everytime you squeeze, Im kick out so much heat Im bringin he-man to his knees, Im Mr. Tre-five-seven, fool you know me, Im the reason why yo punk ass got locked up for that murder bee, cuz after all Im only a gun, an a gun aint got no love, remember that when you fill me up wit them hollow point slugs. [Verse 2: C-BO] Mr. Tre-five-seven, I send that ass to heaven, quick to murder mutha fuckaz, an quick to pull 211s, I turn a big bad nigga into a cowardly lion, an if hes thinkin about jackin, boy Ill keep his ass from tryin, see I dont give a fuck, pull the trigga an Ill buck, when you rollin wit tre-five, fool, whoever steps is suicide, I never been a snitch, but if you do some crazy shit, you besta have a hankerchief to wipe the finger prints off yo grip, cuz if you down Im down, fool, it aint no half-steppin, Im a leathal weapon, juss point me in his direction, an aint no tellin who Ill hit so you niggaz better run, Im Mr. Tre-five-seven, thats any kind of killaz gun. [chorus] [Verse 3: C-BO] No one can hang, Im the downest on this earth, no regrets, no sorrows, no remorse when I burst, I hang on the side of your task force an the waist of yo neighborhood killaz, might catch me up under the seat, or ridin in the lap of yo dope dealaz, Im known to robbin banks, jewlery stores, an 7-11s, some use me for protection, an some use me for 1-8-7s, its best to call the police if you think you see me comin, but whatever you dont run cuz you might tempt me to start gunnin, I kill at will, quick to spill guts when I bust, an when a habit drops, you mutha fuckaz cant touch, mo deadlier than a pitbull, when you locked up in my sight, so stay up outta my path, an beware because I bite. [chorus] [ 357 Lyrics ]
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