Представляем точный текст композиции "Beware" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Trae . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Beware» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Trae передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Trae - "Beware"
Lyrics to Beware : (feat. Z-Ro, Bun B) [Trae] I know you haters better run, Im coming for you And everyday a nigga repping, and riding for Screw I was keeping it in my chest, now Im getting it out I know you spectators in the game, better close your mouth I got a lot of my time invested, up in this game Its S.U.C. till Im dead, aint no need to explain Im in the Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats So niggazd back back, Im a man dude with a attitude And Im too quick to click, Lil Trae is a damn fool In my zone leave me alone, I aint trying to be fucked with Everything that I got, is everything that I wanna roll with Me and me and myself, you niggaz bad for my health Now Im pumped up like Superman, with a uppercut to be felt I aint playing with what Im saying, you cats better start praying For Deebo commits to spraying, and everybody be staying [Hook] Why, these fellas talking down Dont they know, why well ride And make somebody slide, beware Why, these fellas talking down Dont they know, why well ride And make these bustsas hot, beware [Bun B] Im chilling in my 1s, chopping game on my celly My iced out cross, hanging down to my belly Got your lil mama, butt naked shake her jelly Ima put her on a tape, and play it back on the telly Boys hate to love the street show, when we showing up I give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up They cant afford the pints, by the case that we poing up Young in the game, its time to start growing up Get you some hustle, get you some grind Show me some muscle, show me some shine Fuck trying to crime, off another nigga name Its just a matter of time, fore I run you out the game Because I cant believe the nerve, of these hoes Trying to use my nigga Pimp name, for benefit shows Fin to start kicking in dos, with the macks Trying to let that shit pass, now Im coming for your ass fool [Hook] [Trae] Its the return of the mad rapper, industry nigga subtracter That be greed up in the fists, that be clinched like a black panther Im sick and tired of you fakers, that try to twist up the game So now you gotta see me, like the 84s that I swang My glock I cock and I aim, my name you fin to respect it You let me off in your world, then I swear to God Ima wreck it You must of thought I forgot about you, acting sue a crowdll watch you I gotta get that up out you, your people gon be without you On top of that, niggaz be using my homie name Saying the Screwed Up Click, so they can get them a little change Hopping from dick to dick, and I aint even gon say no name I feel like I wanna click, so now you gon feel my pain Im Trae, and I aint bar nan nigga in this drama Or mama, I weave and I swang sending em through a trauma They tell me to let em make it, but really I aint the one Them bitches did it, so now they gotta see me when I come [Z-Ro] Where the real niggaz at, cause I cant find none Everybody be talking shit, when they be packing they guns Quick to shoot a motherfucker, to keep they face from sweating But when the laws come to bang one, snitching and telling Be these ol buster ass niggaz, killing all in they music Showing a four pound around town, but never gon use it Im registered by my gangsta, you barely touching me G Now feel you got the edasity, to come and see me Fuck it whoever wanna get some, can come and get dropped Im a grown man I dont get people sued, I get people shot If you aint shot, I wonder who gon be standing behind the trigga Z-Ro the Crooked, cause aint no love for none of these niggaz Straight Profit to Presidential, trying to scandalize my name They cant sell records without me, thats a god damn shame I aint to blame, why these niggaz aint selling and losing weight But Im to blame, when I go off and get the bruising they face [Hook] (Z-Ro) Make a nigga hot, yeeeah Why you wanna hate me, S.U.C. You niggaz cant be meeee My nigga T-R-A-E And thats the way its gonna be Until a motherfucker take me Me, and the M double A-B We gon be thugging Until we see you niggaz to see [talking] Straight up, its my cousin Trae nigga These bitch ass niggaz cant fuck with you [Hook] [ Beware Lyrics ]
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