Представляем точный текст композиции "Tha Bullet" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Celly Cel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Tha Bullet» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Celly Cel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Celly Cel - "Tha Bullet"
Lyrics to Tha Bullet : Sittin on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box Choppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a glock 17 Niggas on my team cant wait to fill clip up We jumpin out the barrel with my niggas, shootin shit up See under niner ross, black talon, hollow tips flow Aim me at the chest, Im makin sure that vest dont get no love Aint even breathin, leave the body shittin like a seagull See Im illegal, I got pockets like that ' eagle Fuckin around with me is danger, Im talkin shit Tryin to brainwash the trigger when Im in the chamber Dont give a fuck if its a accident or on purpose When Im comin out the chamber, fool its just inservice Dont get nervous when you see what I do I love to hit the target, and when Im breakin that skin, ooh Travel through his heart, ricochet off the nearest bone Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now Im gone Layin by the body, waitin for the FEDS Swoop me up for evidence, then Im just some melted led It aint no thang, got me back where I started In a box, with my homies, waitin for my next target Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet Shootin up shit everywhere Every city in every state Dont give a fuck about who when the bullet fly The only thought thats on my mind is "die nigga, die" Ha ha ha But what do ya know, looks like Im bout to be purchased again I seen a nigga ask for them black talons and grin It wont be long til they let me loose Got me in the clip, drinkin Gin with no fuckin juice Its goin down, I know they ridin on some fools tonight Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight Dont give a fuck about who I hit when I fly The only thought thats on my mind is "die nigga, die" Women and children and babies, I know its crazy See Im a bullet, its my job, man that shit dont faze me Even the hand thats on the trigger get shot too Wherever the barrel aiming at, thats who I end up smokin fool Dont get it twisted, I got no love for none of yall Got to dig a tunnel through your head, and watch the body fall Just shoot and Imma do the rest I love givin young niggas cardiac arrests Bullet-proof niggas, I go up in em quickly The ambulance picked him up with shit all in his Dickies Just cock the glock, put your finger on the trigger, pull it And make a mothafucka feel the bullet Ha ha ha, yeah Another victim of these mothafuckin bullets Once we pull the trigger, dont get nervous Cuz its instant mothafuckin service Ha ha ha, yeah Breakin fools off every-mothafuckin-day Ha ha ha Up out the chamber, its that sneaky mothafucka creepin You heard a shot but didnt know until the blood was leakin Up out your chest, you seen your flesh was a bloody mess Dropped down on your knees, and ran outta breath Sentanced to your death Got hit by the wig splittin, shirt rippin, pistol wippin nigga Catchin em slippin when they set trippin Dippin and dabbin, you niggas know who I am, and Cant be fuckin with them faulty heaters that be jammin I love to fly and when they jam, I cant come out and kick it Just pick a target, point me at it and see how quick I hit it Droppin bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins Im burnin niggas like a oven, givin up no lovin ' with my dogs, ridin in a 50 round clip Ready to make the hit, talkin long shit, bitch Hit the floor before I hit the door and split ya with some heat Take your head and leave your body in the street As I creep, up on my next mothafuckin victim Sweep him off his feet, pull the trigger, let me sick him Hit him high, hit him low, you know how it go Put your finger on the trigger, pull it, the mothafuckin bullet Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet Mobbin through your hood and takin head Showin no mothafuckin remorse We dont give a fuck about you The bullet, ha ha ha Sprayin up shit everywhere we go Dont give a fuck, layin men 6 feet on the regular Ha ha ha [ Tha Bullet Lyrics ]
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