Представляем точный текст композиции "Legit Ballaz" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Twista . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Legit Ballaz» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Twista передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Twista - "Legit Ballaz"
Lyrics to Legit Ballaz : Feel the heat from our gunfire, when you see us coming Their your niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning Dont fuck with a legit baller, dont cut your ass Come up out the trunk so fast Yall will get murdered when the pump go blast Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin blow in the zone Kicking up more shit than a broken bone Dont fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin money Getting down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody Havnt you heard off these muderous cats, ballin for scratch Niggas shootin nervous with gats, so hot we circle this drought I drops them hollows, shots to swallow, my motto be "fuck tommorow" Sorrows improbable In Chicago motherfucker, bones get fractured, crumble like crackers Rush the stage, allow the crowd to witness your massacre You aint bone, youre marrow, the lead travels from barrels Bloody apperal, unravvle, chances is narrow Thugs get judged when I drop slugs like gavels Embarrassed and baffled Got people and cattle getting slaughtered in battles In gang land, we bang and ride, vibed gettin high Aint no explaining, represcussions if you dont comply Get ready motherfucker, my citys full of brothers who struggle Breeds, Ts, Is, Us, Cs, Four Corner Hustlers Black souls, magic kings and if gats could sing My lyrics squeeze desert ease will rock you to sleep Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning Dont fuck with a legit baller, dont cut your ass Come up out the trunk so fast Yall will get murdered when the pump go blast Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin blow in the zone Kicking up more shit than a broken bone Dont fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin water When yall come up shorter Try to come at the mob and get your body slaughtered I got love for all niggas yelling out "fuck the police" Im a Jeffery Manor Gangsta wit the mobsta elites Legit Ballers the family til the day that I die They let the south and the westside hook up in the city of Chi Lettin off rounds, fifty rounds, bout to shut you bitches down From the Manor in that K-Town, I say its too late now For you niggas that hate now, better stay out my way now Before you end up facedown You motherfuckers dont know a thang about me I roll wit Gs from Cabrini down to the Ida Bs Lakeside, 9-Tre, the Long City Wild Hundreds got love for that nigga Nitty Give me room when my adrenaline rushing Cause if I go in that trunk, you know Im bout to start dumping You hear the cries as the bullets fly by And in the end that motherfucker died Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning Dont fuck with a legit baller, dont cut your ass Come up out the trunk so fast Yall will get murdered when the pump go blast Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin blow in the zone Kicking up more shit than a broken bone Dont fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin money Gettin down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody Hungry, I was lookin for the fetti, ready With the mental that was heavy, now her niggas aint ready Fuck the Navigator, we was filling holes in that 87 Chevy Sitting on thirty-thirties Selling leaf and syrup on the corner trying to stir this Had a strap with the handle that was pearly Up early, (') Know the game dont scare me, competition better flury or get buried Either scuffle or scurry, brother hunt the word down If you want a piece better hurry Got off our knees and putting arrows on our tip But theres really no need for you to say we aint shit Got up the cheese by telling motherfuckers freeze, and run in their cribs Now we like to ball legit Got to get up off the gold and the dick Roll with a clique of hustlers thats strugglin Pistol bustin and mean muggin Get up out the way my armored heavy family huntin Cause aint nothin gonna stop us from rollin Rap flow and the strap holdin, tired of feeling like Im closed in In the back, roll in on my ass when we got going Out the back door like smoking, and tripping on the brink of success or failure Momma, I cant call when Im caught in the thin line And its kinda hard to tell ya But on the blood of my city, Im a keep crawling up the barbed wire Hold your guns higher, cause aint none higher Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning Dont fuck with a legit baller, dont cut your ass Come up out the trunk so fast Yall will get murdered when the pump go blast Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin blow in the zone Kicking up more shit than a broken bone Dont fuck with a legit baller, steady stacking bread And be ready for the armageddon Try to come at the mob and get your body deadened [ Legit Ballaz Lyrics ]
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