Billy And The Purple Datsun – 英语/中文 双语歌词

• 作者: Yelawolf, Caskey
• 专辑: Blacksheep

歌词与翻译

[中文]

那球，没公园的破事

那比利晶体冰的破事

呃

苏格兰纸，礼盒上的格子图案

四分之一磅的炫耀，兄弟，邮局丢了

没有折痕，这混蛋，他说唱很棒

要是我知道怎么打开这磁带就好了

把安全带扔过那个帆布包，我自己的没解开

我更在乎包而不是远离麻烦

我会跳过障碍，让我的箱式雪佛兰跳过水坑

三个进了这个塑料袋，会让我发笑

凶狠的汤普森帮派，带着绿色塑料遮阳板

在我的遮阳板上，看着那些警察在那紫色的达特桑里

把门锁上，兄弟，他们可以继续敲

我有一个装满现金的手提箱和一个装满奥施康定的纸袋

点燃一支卷烟，我丢了两个

我上膛了一把二十二口径，我是“Juice”中拖车公园的2Pac

加上我有孟菲斯血统，别贬低蓝麂皮鞋

我有那个孟菲斯插头要砸向你，说谁？（黑手党）

那些热男孩在计时，我也在

热像我妈妈平底锅里的猪肉

热像桑拿丝木

上膛并锁定在里面，你封印了你的命运，我在杀

繁殖像你失去了孩子

刺痛像对受 Assault 女性的割伤

你看起来像被扔的玛格丽塔，很难读懂你

我喝得像叔叔一样，一升一升地喝着大麦酒

抽得那么猛，甚至不把大麻晾干

无论如何都是士兵，条纹那么多以至于我不买阿迪达斯

我得做我必须做的事来得到更多，我得做我必须做的事来赚钱

当我弹出那些雪佛兰，他们唯一能做的事就是扔阴影

当我举起这把四十口径的铬枪，所有敌人都远离

可能抓到我一次失误，但哦不，今天不

今天不，是的，刚接到比利·克里斯托的电话

他说他有个问题，我欠他一个

所以他需要拿着手枪

当我离开陷阱

停在枪柜前，因为我有那么多可以筛选

我们不在 Facebook 上争吵或推特戏码

因为我们真的会去找你

嘿，这是不情愿的

当我沿着 I-95 行驶，脸上的表情是凶杀

上周药物过量

差点死在高峰，但我还是活了下来

有像打了九洞的冲动

但这里唯一的九是我身边的九

你不想被射九次

兄弟，你胆小，但你还是没有九条命

我的罗盘不指向真北

可能是 Xanax 悄悄进入系统

黑名单，抽着新港，放着 Too $hort

因为婊子不能从我这里得到一分钱

你最好问你妈妈关于我

当我茶喝完时，我喝溪水

放着 Young Thug 真的让我带来了 Gunna

撞到你们真的让我带来了夏天

意思是我像南滩一样热

你需要防晒霜

一个拿着枪的儿子，手里拿着五万

刚来，来自大人物的指示

你想争吵，我会把大人物劈开

扳机挤压当手腕带浸湿

你被击中因为杀手说话了

现在我们像 Deion Sanders 一样在你身后

停在霓虹灯旁

踩在你这些小人物上

我们一出出租车

我有血迹在我的 Slumerican 旗帜上

我们拿了他的钱和海洛因袋

我和 Yelawolf 踩着陷阱者

그리고 아들 래퍼들, 분명히 나는 아빠야 (婊子)

所以打破规则是不明智的

你最好去熟悉

有来有往，天花板风扇

我绕过这个街区无数次

所以无论我们谈论的是恶棍押韵

还是公斤，有一百万行

你们可以继续浪费钱在废话上

我会继续计算和固定我的

我得做我必须做的事来得到更多，我得做我必须做的事来赚钱

当我弹出那些雪佛兰，他们唯一能做的事就是扔阴影

当我举起这把四十口径的铬枪，所有敌人都远离

可能抓到我一次失误，但哦不，今天不

今天不，是的，黑羊

别让我派我的小兄弟进去，混蛋

Caskey, Slumerican

Catfish, Billy

...

[英语]

That ball, no park shit

That Billy Crystal Meth shit

Uh

Scotch paper, plaid pattern on the present box

Quarter-pounder swag, bud, post office dropped

No creases, this motherfucker, he rap great

Hell if I know how to open up this tape

Threw the seatbelt across that duffle and kept mine unbuckled

Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble

I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles

Three gone inside of this plastic bag, it'll make me chuckle

Murderous thompson mobbin', with a green plastic shade

Over my visor, watchin' these cops inside of that purple Datsun

Keep the door locked, man, they can keep knockin'

I got a briefcase full of cash and a paper bag full of oxycontin

Light up a rollie and I drop a deuce

I cock a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice"

Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes

I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (mafia)

Them hot boys are on the clock, I'm with it

Hot like the swine up out my mama's skillet

Hot like the sauna silkwood

Cocked and locked inside, you sealed your fate, I'm killin'

Breed like you lost your children

Sting like a cut against assaulted women

You're lookin' throwed like a margarita, it's hard to read ya

I'm drunk as uncles get, sippin' that barley by the liter

Smokin' so hard, don't even dry the weed up

Soldier by any means, so many stripes that I don't buy Adidas

Do what I gotta do to get mo', do what I gotta do to get paid

When I pop them Chevrolet do's only thing they do is throw shade

When I up this forty cal chrome, all my enemies go far away

Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today

Not today, yeah, just got a call from Billy Crystal

Said he got him a issue and I owe him one

So he need to hold onto the pistol

As I left from the trap

Stop by the gunsafe 'cause I got so many I could sift through

We don't beef on Facebook or tweet the playbook

'Cause we really gon' come get you

Ayy, it's unobliged

As I'm ridin' down I-95 with a look on my face and it say homicide

Overdose on the drugs last week

Almost died at the peak but I still come alive

Got the drive like I played nine holes

But the only nine here is the nine on my side

You don't wanna get shot nine times

Man, you pussy, but you still don't got nine lives

My compass ain't pointin' at true north

Might be the xanax that done crept in the system

Backlist, smokin' on newports, bumpin' Too $hort

'Cause a bitch can't get a doller up out me

You better ask your mother 'bout me

I sip Creekwater when I'm runnin' out tea

Bumpin' Young Thug really bring the gunna out me

Bumpin' into y'all really bringin' up the summer out me

Meanin' I'm hot as South Beach

You gon' need sun tan lotion

A gun son totin' fifty grand with your hand open

Just came, direction from the big man smokin'

You want beef, I'll split big man open

Trigger squeeze when the wrist band soakin'

You gettin' hit up 'cause the hitman spoken

Now we on your ass like Deion Sanders when they pass

Parkin' next to neon lights

Steppin' on you peons right

The second that we exit cab

I got the blood stains on my Slumerican flag

We took his money and his heroin bag

Me and Yelawolf steppin' on trappers

And sonnin' rappers, it's apparent I'm dad (bitch)

So breakin' the rules is ill advised

You better go get familiarized

What comes around goes around, ceilin' fan

I've been around this block a million times

So whether we talkin' 'bout villain rhymes

Or the kilograms, got a million lines

Y'all can keep wastin' that money on bullshit

And I'ma keep countin' and pinnin' mine

Do what I gotta do to get mo', do what I gotta do to get paid

When I pop them Chevrolet do's only thing they do is throw shade

When I up this forty cal chrome, all my enemies go far away

Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today

Not today, yeah, blacksheep

Don't make me send my lil brother in, motherfucker

Caskey, Slumerican

Catfish, Billy