Представляем точный текст композиции "Heataz" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brotha Lynch Hung . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Heataz» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brotha Lynch Hung передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brotha Lynch Hung - "Heataz"
Lyrics to Heataz : (feat. First Degree, Polo, P-Folk) [First Degree:] The evil that men do got me servin heaters Morphin them body bleeders into believers Had these bitches bringin me cleavage and cannibis-sativa Big leaguers, wide receivers, we quivers off malt liters So lead us to the cheap shit, got more close so I could reach it Need it in the jungle, humble man gone too soon, wasnt ready for the rumble So I disperse my seasoning, pleasing when I get to reasoning Like soul cleaner, when did it, when did it get to heatin up' Fuck, fuck, another fuck, fuck the bitch and they stuck Fuck till they brains stuffed, then changed they demeanor, after sticking in vagina Turn a perfect stranger into my part time personal rump ranger Workin the night shift, temporary employment, ya mind says fight it But your emotions is delighted, and thats what runs you sensitive bitches and niggas Get ran for a loop, my heat is a muthafuck, First Degree Oh First Degree so bound to the city, sittin high lookin down next up to the climax Stayin deliciously loaded, quit my fry, Mr. Hot burnin flesh Got that THC marinatin in my chest, that stays I guess So Im approachin this light shit, and heatin it beautiful Ima tokin this wide stick, hittin plentiful Huh, huh, huh, tryna make my dollar [Polo:] I got somethin for your mask This shit here is hard to swallow Could be hazardous to your health Fully equipped to leave your insides hollow Ziplock lips and listen Im on a mission, switchin positions In case of accidental consumption Dilute with 2 cups of milk and contact your physician Heated and hanged, who am I' Trigger Man, suspect number one I let loose, do not induce vomiting, or you throwing up your lung Dialing 9-1-1, its flammable, uncontainable You die by the superfly when I spy, flip and grip, changeable Specially formulated to have all costs regulated And also the ones that participated in playing bitch games, and plain playa hatin 5 foot 6", sick hogg and all about mines Dead bodies dont talk, kill em, tape and chalk So if you fall short....flatline Nigga, when you near give me adequate ventilation Avoid physical contact and inhalation Facial premeditation can lead to skin and eye irritation Does that exlude a bitch, Boot town boot up, shoot up shit Never water based, straight laced to your face With no nurse or first aid chase, no after taste Now brace yourself for the hand that rocks the cradle Nigga them conversations lead to sticky situations that sometimes turn fatal Hogg translation: Blew yay up straight with this heated association Illustrations, picture yourself in a body bag wearin them closed casket decorations I got a house full of heaters and liters of gas to light up that ass And its mandatory, too short for long conversation No pre-animation, no nuts, no glory, no witness, no story Makin derogatory statements with my stainless Slugs with names signed in blood, individuals stuffed up the anus Dangerous, aimin for your body Almost definitely pull that for hand to hand combat karate Its some a that southern young fool [P-Folk:] Now whats up' I look in the rearview mirror Chevy Astro vans suspicious Usin my brain, beware of the game Suspects might be thinkin Im fakin Its a habit to be caught with and without Reachin up under my seat to grab my piece And the chamber done gauged a round Turn a beat down, put it in first gear, slow pace Thinkin that I might be paranoid Effects from the filthy re-chronic blunt that I just smoked with my boys Sped ahead, hogg check, all red til Im dead And Ill be damned if these niggas try to make me, P-Folk, brake bread Im tied up to it, Im dread, like it said you live by the sword, you die by the sword These niggas dont know they got a one way ticket home to the Lord So bullets will spray, be up and out the situation And since its a jack move, my objective is I gotta take em Roll em outta the mainstream How they warped thinkin they been ejected all up in my section Make a left down El Cord, toward northern direction Viewer discretion, preparation for a justified homicide These niggas know they aint no friend of mine, (check they self) Caught up at a red light Grippin this trilli, thug from Hollis with nuthin to prove Come here ruge, enemies hoppin up out the low, P-Folks refuse to lose Split ones wig with the zig, evidently he didnt see my third eye The second suspect tried to hit P-Folk from the blind side Exchangin round for round, look like a match, the lead sped out the strap One enemy down, two enemies gone, hollow point penetration to the back The villain defeated, the driver retreated and his partna leaded Jack got cracked in the mask, for sho Im heated [Lynch:] They told me to get my heat, so I got mine Them muthafuckas done made they hit Now we only got the mini Mack in the trunk, sawed off pump and the .45th Confident that we handle funk like muthafuckin gs So all you bitches and snitches get ditches when my trigger finger itches Its viscous, for some reason Im still in that season All them other muthafuckas done left, smother muthafuckas to death Other muthafuckas done slept long Hit off the kryptonite and get gone Hit em up two in the dome, visit your funeral home alone Had love for them once when this shit got grim Killin me softly, its costly, check the chin, hit the Henn and then bend One dial 1-800 Old Gold And you picture me surrounded by fifty pounds of brown meat Grade A beef, it aint cheap I got that shit thatll make them weak minds upchuck Upchuck your guts and Ill have your nuts, wassup' You was locked down, so I fucked your bitch Gave you that syphilis dick, looped the music, made slick throats slit Trump tight murder on sight, split ya dome, hit ya home at night Move in the dark with infer-red light You die, then Ima do your wife Ima leave you hangin on your doorstep Have your wife ass butt naked, razor blade razed from the ass to the neck [ Heataz Lyrics ]
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