Представляем точный текст композиции "Nosebleed Section" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hilltop Hoods . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Nosebleed Section» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Hilltop Hoods передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Hilltop Hoods - "Nosebleed Section"
Lyrics to Nosebleed Section : [Verse One: Suffa] This is for the heads thats loving the mix My people in the front, all covered in spit Batters in the box, Suffa to pitch Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch And we the funk leaders, punks you cant beat us We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us So jump with us, down in the front if its Your flavour, come get drunk with us This life turned out nothing like I had planned, why not' By now I shouldve had some land Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand But I got nothing, I write rhymes on the bus I keep suffering; fuck the lines of the dust You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row [Verse Two: Suffa] I got hip-hop taste buds I wanna hear that bass when I make love I wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up Write rhymes to get me through a break up, bitch! Rough like whisky straight, no chaser Went through fifty breaks, no flavour Till I found this one, and made the Bass hook with the drum, my saviour This is the comeback, tongue thats sharp like a thumbtack Its so tight James is saying give my funk back One track, eight track, a-dat, residual Noise, man fuck that, we clean with the digital Toys Im the Apache, youre failing to match me Throw your hands in the air like youre hailing a taxi And move to the funk flow, you stepping' Are you drunk bro' This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row [Verse Three: Suffa] People dont complain if Suffas in here And youre in the front row, all covered in beer And club owners dont say the place is wrecked its your fault If the roof is on fire its an electrical fault Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live Like Friday night footy, in my hoody can hide I Gets live on the breaks son, like pace one Lads, if youre heading to the bar grab your mates one Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey I got like half a mill in monopoly money Theres no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand Or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadafi a Dinner date, followed by a funk show Well rip off our tops and jump around in the front row [ Nosebleed Section Lyrics ]
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