Представляем точный текст композиции "Through Your Head" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста DJ Kayslay . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Through Your Head» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую DJ Kayslay передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
DJ Kayslay - "Through Your Head"
Lyrics to Through Your Head : (Featuring Jae Millz/Angelous/Cashmere/Trife/Manio/True Life/The Bad Seed) [Chorus x2: Sample] Get this thing through your head And they will never be no more Tell me, tell me, about it, damn it [Jae Millz] Aiyo, I move with a click thats wreckless And they aint got no problem spraying your ass, like disinfectant So if I feel disrespected, I promise you family Your body gon be hollow tip infested I come from the slums of the 212 H-Dub, Lennox Ave, fuck you gon do' We got wild clips duke, with things thatll hit you And leave a hole so big your moms could put a whole wrist through Homes, you dont wanna push me there To the point, I gotta leave you in a bush somewhere Nah, you dont wanna push me there It aint worth it, dog, homeboy you better - better, huh Before I aim in you -- huh, its real You heard Millz real, and better believe it stupid cuz -- Nah, come on, Slay you know who to holla at Im heavy ever where from Harlem to the bottom where the rude boys and shottas sat Hell is what Im giving em, fuck hurtin, Im killing em Got legends ready to pick back up they pen and spit again [Angelous] I nurture the track, the perfect of rap Its nonsense how the don, get curved it, to clap You miss me, simply, I asserted the track Kay classic, the same game, dog, with packs Mobsters with the arms up, feel the game wit me Bomb up, as I conduct, this is Ang furry, huh I made berry, the whole league in Jones Beach And bake berry, the H jerrys is so sweet So brief, aims gone, in the building O.G.s aint honor the brilliant, except for the minds That push the breathe, for the best to colide Better yet, I put the X in define Never fret, when its beef, I put the pep in the nine From your brain to my watch, you be ahead of my time Aim/shift, your brain wrist, the gate aimed to lift The game will keep going because Angelous exists, bitch [Chorus] [Cashmere] What up, its Cashmere, ya, your new rap fellow We in hoods like the jam in 86, hello You know what that means' Yall the rap queen Bunch of bitch niggaz, bow to your new king And after this there wont be no more You dudes, is full of hype, thats what TVs for So, get it through your head, or the ninell leave, eight holes in your head Think Im playing, nigga' I have my peeps pop out my the van And you lookin like, a soldier out of Pakistan Ask them dudes on this track, theyll tell you Cash the man Whatever he doing, trust me, I know I can Im ahead of him, eight miles and running Im done busting shots, the next hit, the bomb drops You cocksuckers is about to die, and -- lets go, come on [Chorus] [Trife Da God] Either you get it through the head, or you get it through the leg Either way, you graze these bullets, is gonna leave you dead And I aint freezin up, when its time to pull it, you heard what I said Its Theodore nigga, we all about the bread, niggaz And its time for a reality check, yet Im celeb in the hood And I aint even seen a salary yet Yall niggaz flee when my calvarys step Staten Island we rep, stylin to death, pumpin gallons to wet And like Nick, yeah, I stay with the Cannon Lay in fours, get, kid you stuck wherever you standing Lay you on the strip, play you for a bitch, you punk Pussy, you dealin with crumbs, so stop actin like you one tough cookie Im not the greatest, Im the latest, yall faggots is imitators Air you out like venilators, and bang you like skinned potatoes Cuz most of yall faggots is sounding like little Jadas [Maino] Yo, I speak for the Stuy, Brooklyn is mine, get it through your head Fore I round these bullets up and send them through your head Last nigga tried to stunt, left his hat full of lead Left the picture that your see, for the inside of F.E.D.S. I want you to think, that my gun dont burst My techll make niggaz back up like cars in reverse Definition of a thug, man, put in your work And nigga act up, you put his work in the earth Yeah, Im hotter than you ever was, real' You never was Hustle hard, nigga, we get you, whatever drugs Bet you none of yall seen, machine guns rattle So I let off, and let you feel the heat off the barrel My dogs rocked up, and got you when you hit the gravel Been a hard hitter, before the Mets signed Darryl Im your reaper, when I blast the street sweeper You bitch niggazll crack up like cheap sneakers [Chorus] [True Life] Yo, yall niggaz keep talking greasy, like I wont melt yall See me in the streets, got more Smilez than Southstar Pull your socks up, homey, you know what Im about, yo I was pushing rocks, you pushed the Roc, forgot yos Lot of niggaz thuggin, but not like me Put the fifth to your nose, for being nosey Fuck a throwback jersey, you trying to be Fabolous End your career, have you resurface like Canibus Niggas shouldnt have let me loose Im well when Im sober, imagine off Cran and Grey Goose Im liable to clap the tech Make you take that chain off, but I dont want a rash on my necklace Shit, we aint the same calibur, listen, your don I treat hos how I wanna, even got a bad blonde Got bad feet, so I hit her with her shoes on Get this through your head, fore I flip over, your Yukon [Bad Seed] Streetsweeper, cock back, run up, where ya block at Gettin money, stop that, where the fuck yall rocks at Bandana on my face, thirty nine on my waist Shoot you if you try to run, nigga you aint gettin chased You was poppin hella shit, all that shit irrelevant Sittin on cake, and you waiting on the settlement Im a grown man, never run, never ran And I dont play with kids, this aint Never Never Land Brooklyn, fuck that, crackers, where my nuts at' You get bucked at, crew you fore I Dutch hat I smoke Cocoa Brova, stay with a Smif-N-Wessun Skip J in the Garden, and hit Slay session Bad Seed from the top of the hill Its still real though, Tarantino flow, keep it low, I Kill Bill [ Through Your Head Lyrics ]
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