Представляем точный текст композиции "Betya" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Murder . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Betya» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Murder передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Murder - "Betya"
Lyrics to Betya : Tru Records, its time to wild out now boy Its on...yeah... [Chorus] Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat ass nine Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat ass nine Get at me dog, you know the routine I aint hard to find, Im on that thug.com If the block is hot I be chillin in the shade You can call me on 1-900-break bread Or 1-800-getting paid but dont tell Or imma send Cut Boy to rang yo bell Its a bunch of pit bulls down here in my city Thats why I hang with the Cutt Throat Committee Me and Wayne-G in the truck tinted up Got Red in the back and she bout to roll it up The new Jordans bout to drop, you know I gotta cop em Told Curren$y meet me at Footlocker And bring Kernell with you thats my dog too My next phone call went to my nigga Boo And wine and nines cuz thats how we ride Nigga la dadada, la la la la [Chorus] Ive been thuggin since I came out the womb Been at battle with these cats like the army platoon Didnt know what dope was, but I was hustling Didnt even know what looking hard was, but I was muggin Didnt even know what pussy was (shiiit), but I was fuckin Little pretty chicken Had her kissin on my stick-en And fist fights, it was anybodys turn I was jabbin, and stickin niggas like Thomas Hearns Im an early bird, when it was pickin up the trash I was standin in the cut with my stash in a bag Im bad to the bone, so Im illegal Used to dream of being a boss like Bugsy Siegal Here I go, here I go, here I go again I want a thug girl ma, you aint gotta be a ten Just gotta be my friend, and let a playa in And hop in when I spin the Benz (eeerr) [Chorus] I dont think you wanna mess wit Tru ya lil child Why would a nigga call himself Juvenile Like Benny Hill, we slap kids in the head I bet ya scary ass still piss in the bed Im New Orleans baby, you sweeter than honey This Tru Records city nigga fuck Cash Money Im C, C-P-3, uptown G I fuck with UNLV, Lil Ya and Tec-G Im a bad ass Miller boy, a killer boy Get them sea man shoes and put yo ass in a river boy And all those girls that left No Limit on bad terms Keep it up and we gon plant you like earthworms Mystikal (Mystikal), you da hoe Yeah I heard you got fucked before And if anybody out there dont like what I said Let it be known my favorite color is red (blue) [Chorus] [ Betya Lyrics ]
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