Представляем точный текст композиции "Man Slaughter" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tommy Wright III . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Man Slaughter» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tommy Wright III передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tommy Wright III - "Man Slaughter"
Lyrics to Man Slaughter : (feat. Project Pimp, T-Dawg, Tini) [Hook: Tommy Wright] Get that motherfucka, get that motherfucka get him Get that motherfucka, get that motherfucka get him Get that motherfucka, get that motherfucka get him Get that motherfucka, get that motherfucka, get his busta ass get him Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river Dump him in my trunk, drag him to the river [Tommy Wright III] Wakin up early in the mornin, straight up joanin Gotta get full ah them drugs, leavin them nigga wid slugs Couple ah Memphis two faced nigga that thug It aint no love, I told you before, So lemon ass niggas get filled up wid lead Get caught by surprise, come duck and be tried They instantly die, bullet one to the head, Blood gotta shed when I load up my rifle a sniper deliverin lead to your dome, Shot been inflicted wid doses of pimpin I hang in South Memphis but hell is my home Home wid them killas my nigga cap peelers gravediggas remember my temper is short, Snortin cocaine, its fuckin up my brain My mind is maintained by devious thoughts, Keepin a weapon of any ill threat thats for suckas who stampin and pluggin that hole My roadie be killin cap peelin, dog dealin, two villain, no feelin for snitches who nosey, Givin out clout to them clock of a dolla straight bought em I saw them wid triggas I sawed em, No mercy for niggas Im out to make figgas Im leavin em in rivers so bodies gettin hotter, I thought of a plan, to murder a man, and get away clean wid the money and dope The tradegy I will leave will be like fatally tied the two to the tree put em up in my smoke Full ah that fuckin blow, rippin a forty-four Chief as I cough and throw up on them mega blunts Niggas who flodgin get broke when Im robbin So suckas start dodgin or get put up in my trunk [Hook] [Project Pimp] Pistol grip forty-four in my hand, ten wanted men got a masta plan Chasin that bitch till he run outta breath, Bullets dont stop he gon meet his damn death, Put him in a ditch, deep in the ground, Burnin the mug, you got some gas, Smackin him with that forty-four bitch Finger on trigger keep tellin me blast Nuthin but this thang, everyday thang, Killin niggas, doggin hoes Ten wanted men once again wid a bang Project Pimp Im shootin them tones Hangin out at the door wid the dope forty-four pistol and vamp wid the gin on the seat and Im pullin the triggers that leave his ass cuz, Project Pimp ah psycho thug [T-Dawg] Man T-Dawg in the joint once again for the nine-six Street Smart bumpin that shit, Leavin these niggas fucked up, whopped up wid that thirty R six bitch Cappin and snatchin these killas drug dealers cap peelers We out for your gravy hoe, Ten wanted men on a mission wid murder shit That bitch got your classy hoe, Creepin slow, on the floor, on a hoe lookin for the trick, wid the riches up in this thang Strapped like Jack wid a click in my back in the getaway van, ready to blast Body bags, on the ground, Im leavin these niggas for them folks Man T-Dawg Im outty five but another nigga classy clothes [Hook] [Tini] Creepin to the scene in a glimpse, never seen, Disappear, like a ghost in the wind its me T to the I to the N to the I to the M-A-I-N-E, Tini Pockets feelin broke so I gotta make a stang On a lemon man thats got me fucked up the game Comin from the dark so I bust your heart wid the seven Jason masks gimme all the cash hit the gas, Smack and kick your bitch up the side her head then cuff her time to gag her wid the Tommy Hilfiger that I snatched up off yo bitch, Tie your hands behind your back, Get the oxy vogues from the window out the Lac, Chiefin on another sac I got another plan, Hit the stach pot cheese and dope, His bow was in the blow, we left him on the floor, Smack him one more time before we go, Hopped into the Chevy thang let me throw up again, As the green, let me think, Tini five, no I strive How that like that aint no way that aint no good But I cant afford to make no losses Jason mask aint this a bitch, Millimetre jealous so they scopin me, bloody glock is in my hand Perry Ellis smellin like a lucci, quarter ounce a dope is in the air brothers cant stand the truth playa robbers creepin from the east prepared, Glock seventeen lookin mean, as release, cock it back Spin rounds over the side to the ground, Did ya, did ya get him', yes I got him, As I tired ah bustin scatter creep ya knees to the back sippin Crown Thinkin of a scheme its a dream its for real lay him dead Mr. Tini maine ya shouldnta crossed me out Forty-five Gs, six kill a pound a weed, two other trees Manslaughter, Tini five Im in the house [Hook x1] [ Man Slaughter Lyrics ]
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