Представляем точный текст композиции "Talk It Out" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Husalah . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Talk It Out» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Husalah передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Husalah - "Talk It Out"
Lyrics to Talk It Out : [Husalah Talking] [Verse 1:] Yo I make music for killas that make music Show dem how to come Ill the art of the crack deal Is what I mastered in my young days of huslin mane Fucking bitches, stomping snitches, plotting riches Burning rubber, cooking work That was like Mob Figazs drop I was in the 10th grade, dat was nice Not quite enough for me to stop mixing white So I kept moving, young Felix kept moving Next thing u know I was 17 holding units hella cream stacking stupid Hella bitches, oral sex dummy dickless Never fuck em jus get suck take them from they niggas On the tuck outta state baby dumping chickens Feel the bombshell drop of my life, dang she got murdered This is not the life man, Im just a young nigga man [Chorus: Sample] No need to talk it out [x8] [Verse 2:] If ya life was like mine and u was slightly out ya mine Kept a cannon every time on the spot, dumb grind With so many 24s the classmates cant see you Im sliced at the ball game classmates cant beat me Waist my whole young life, with the dopefeind people That crowned u king cus u had mix and u kept it lit Aint seen the sun in weeks, Im on my way home Moms on they way to work, bitches on they way to school Laughing at ya boy cus my outfit is filthy Im stacking Sooner or later the same bitches will feel me whats happenin' Swangin 8s at lunch time zap go slapping Young nigga stacking sucka butts Im clapping Run towards the magnum, naw nigga choppas Helicopters of life fly them just to revive them So he can think he that Ill and get killed Tryna touch a real deal schytso bout his scrill Crips wont make me feel bigga than life Yoking in the mob shot living the life I wish my nigga Dose a Dose survive them shots So he can be back with his cut me lil huggin the block We miss you [Chorus] [Verse 3:] This verse is for the current time the bottom line is I had to pay for all them years I was shinning 2003 they caught yall boy grinding federal case thats outta state 13th case Bestfriend turned snitch told the whole shit Had me on one, on the run ranging low I was tucked in the Rich and docked in the O I cant forget about my Hunters Point era I was running from the feds in the hottest blcok in America man Thats how I know Im Ill my cousin Ray is real I love how ya kept ya cousin safe everyday I think about the future My lil seed and Lil Ray Young L, Big Rome Im in the zone 15 months its nothing, Ill be right back A real nigga stand silent, crawl in the traps The only pain still in my heart is for my nigga Freako One love to my brother Mike fighting the murder beef, nigga [Chorus] [ Talk It Out Lyrics ]
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