Представляем точный текст композиции "Gone In 30 Seconds (feat. T-Dot, Tre Little)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Royce Da 59 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Gone In 30 Seconds (feat. T-Dot, Tre Little)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Royce Da 59 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Royce Da 59 - "Gone In 30 Seconds (feat. T-Dot, Tre Little)"
Lyrics to Gone In 30 Seconds (feat. T-Dot, Tre Little) : [Royce Da 59"] (Yeah) So you talkin about me so you can get known Til the .9s is out flyin out with the split bones I learned you just talkin, its just a song Your words will not turn to sticks and stone Dont worry about murder my mob wont do it Only worries is worryin how Im gon do it That mouth you got, itll create yo hype And you might wanna watch it cause it could save yo life [Chorus: Royce] I dont mess with what I cant leave in less than thirty seconds You will rest in a box in back of a hearse if I feel threatened You got your vest on but I dont know why cause my AK say its just a shirt You be bench-pressin the earth and not blastin or askin questions, first [Royce Da 59"] Yeah.. cmon, yeah.. M.I.C... Of all Im a gangsta, the album is scary Im Malcolm, Ill get down if necessary (necessary) By any means - in which you breathe in the mic is the reason you left with a skinny team This .9 rings, settin em straight The rest, Ill show em what the five fingers said to the face If, act hard and you will head for the Gates And I dont mean the one in your backyard; Im talkin Pearly Christians call it sinnin (yeah) Muslims call it winnin and witnesses call me worldly (worldly) This life is full of the type of nigga thatll pull out a gun or a knife Do it and run off in the night We specialize in the truest to ever ride You slip you lose your life, you blew it like a breathilizer Asbestos flames come out of his mouth, he a rider The next best thing to the Mafia and my motto is [Chorus] [Royce - over Chorus] Yeah.. Rock Bottom nigga, yeah T-Dot nigga, yeah, the M.I.C. [T-Dot] Spittin real life from this shit AK rifle with clips is chrome with the knife on the tip Or two .9s sit right on my hip, thatll light up your strip And if you drivin let em die in your whip Moms cryin and shit, fuck talk, better duck the lead Cause them bullets poppin out the toaster like Wonder bread Rhyme with your Lex out, chief in ex house beaten when I whip tecs out you stressed out bleedin Wife and kids get Xed out even Kill stress out, catch em leavin while Im in the next house squeezin Stop breathin when barettas be spittin, I never be missin We actin like the gun law never resistant (whoa) See I laugh when niggaz be stuntin Cause one flick of a buttonll pop the stash and the triggers be thumpin Dumpin niggaz aint killin right, dealers aint dealin right Fuck the mic, real life, this is what Im feelin like (like) [Chorus] [Royce Da 59"] Uhh.. D-Elite nigga, yeah Tre Little nigga, yeah, cmon, yeah So you talkin about me so you can get known Til the .9s is out flyin out with the split bones I learned you just talkin, its just a song Your words will not turn to sticks and stone Dont worry about murder my mob wont do it Only worries is worryin how Im gon do it That mouth you got, itll create yo hype And you might wanna watch it cause it could save yo life [Tre Little] Yo, whatever homie, you can go and take that chain off Respect the pistol, its official, Little got them thangs out I hang out at bars where shots ring out at cars I game all your broads like, "Ho, come with a star" (cmon) Erybody know me, well at least in the D Gotta be top three; Gordy, Zeke or me Arrogant as a fuck, like "Damn, I match my truck" Gun and chain aint tucked, you dont wanna run up (you dont want it) Yeah, its just not worth it, I got stripes like a zebra Make you run like a cheetah, I dont mind if we meet up Your neck a lil froze, then let me turn the heat up Burger and the beef up, Im like Kain when I creep up Hold me down, run them sneakers Homie I dont know your people, yeah Im bout to fly my eagle man And I dont care what yall say in these streets We deep, D-Elitell Nyquil you to sleep, yeah [Chorus] [Royce: over Chorus] Yeah, uhh, yeah Yeah, yeah.. this that shit right here K Yeah, shooter music nigga We call this shooter music [T-Dot] Uh-huh, yea Royce fever nina, T-Dot range Tre Little, Rock Bottom M.I.C., yeah [ Gone In 30 Seconds (feat. T-Dot, Tre Little) Lyrics ]
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