Still On Timing – 英语/中文 双语歌词

• 作者: Pooh Shiesty, BIG30
• 专辑: All Eyes On Shiest

歌词与翻译

[中文]

伙计，听着

这就是为什么我在这里喝酒，而且依然屹立不倒

就是这个，就是这种感觉

他们让你在唱这种歌的时候挺起胸膛

嘿，blrrrd

我重新回来了，伙计，给我注意点

没错，伙计

带着这东西，我们要去到你所在的城市

你在哪？出来面对，伙计（再一次，我和TP联手，我们要打造一首金曲）

Blrrrd, blrrrd

嘿，嘿，我重新回到了状态

刚出狱第三个周末，我敢打赌死人又要增加了

我是南孟菲斯的威胁，我让谋杀率直线飙升

二进制扳机，AR手枪，这玩意儿在连发

为什么我一直连发

我疯了，我直接对着脸，试着在路上开火

看着那些弹孔，我再次愤怒了起来

我带走了两个不同的...同一身衣服，同一把枪

我夺走了两个不同的灵魂，同一身衣服，同一把枪

我刚烧掉了我的英菲尼迪，跳进了我的宾利

我和Hank单独在车里，那是双位数（指火力/人数）

你想通过说唱来扮演生活，而我是在唱我的真实生活

我只是在复述联邦法官在我被判刑时说的话

是时候踩死油门了

三年没开过枪的你，赶紧烧掉你的面罩吧

根本没本事，我的伙计们只想为了钱去抢劫

20个扩容弹匣

CPN上的豪华深色贴膜，抓到的人就得被打标

嘿，我依然在这个状态

出狱第一个周末，我敢打赌死人又要增加了

我是南孟菲斯的威胁，我让谋杀率直线飙升

二进制扳机，AR手枪，这玩意儿在连发

为什么我一直连发？

嘿，我疯了，我直接对着脸，试着在路上开火

看着那些弹孔，我再次愤怒了起来

我夺走了两个不同的灵魂，同一身衣服，同一把枪

我夺走了两个不同的灵魂，同一身衣服，同一把枪，为了帮派

为了帮派，伙计，blrrrd

为了帮派，blrrrd, blrrrd

嘿，嘿，big blrrrd

嘿，我重新回到了路上

我们在他穿着最爱的衣服时抓住他，让他直接瘫痪

别问我脖子上多少钱，值30万美金

很多伙计根本不是同路人，却还在那装样子

然后被当成婊子对待，嘿

我的项链是白金和玫瑰金，但这块百达翡丽是全金的，嘿

开着那辆地狱猫跑里程，演出时不用保姆车，嘿

贫民窟的孩子，在Classic Soulz直接砸了一百块

已经清醒了，还是能喝掉四盎司，但我不会再猛灌了

不再喝那种止咳糖浆，看看这手腕，价值一亿

在Thirtball撒盐，顺便搞定了这个妞

我们是3-7，别把Choppa Gang和3-6相提并论

把人送上天堂，全黑装备把他扔在沟里

去你的帮派，除非你低头认怂，否则别在这摆姿势

我们在车流中封锁道路，Draco枪在横扫

跟一个巧克力肤色的美女亲热，让她也进入状态

想要冲突？我们有的是，而且开枪比医生还多，婊子

嘿，嘿，我重新回到了状态

刚出狱第三个周末，我敢打赌死人又要增加了

我是南孟菲斯的威胁，我让谋杀率直线飙升

二进制扳机，AR手枪，这玩意儿在连发

为什么我一直连发

我疯了，我直接对着脸，试着在路上开火

看着那些弹孔，我再次愤怒了起来

我带走了两个不同的...同一身衣服，同一把枪

我夺走了两个不同的灵魂，同一身衣服，同一把枪

...

[英语]

Nigga, see

This why I poured up here really standin' up

This that, this that shit right here

They tell you to stand up rappin' this shit right here

Ay, blrrrd

Back on that time, nigga, pay attention, nigga

Yeah, man

Comin' to a city near you with this shit, man

Where you at? Pop out, nigga (once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

Blrrrd, blrrrd

Ay, ay, I'm back on that timin'

My third weekend out the feds, I bet shit get to dyin'

I'm South Memphis menace, I make the murder rate rise

Binary triggers, AR pistol, this bitch double-firin'

Why I keep double-fi

I lost my mind, I'm to the face tryna shoot out the road

I get mad all over again seein' my bullet holes

I took two different, same clothes, same pole

I took two different souls, same clothes, same pole

I just burnt up my Infiniti, jumped in my Bentley

Me and Hank alone up in the car, that's double digits

You tryna live what you rappin', I'm rappin' how I'm livin'

I'm just recitin' what the feds told the judge up in my sentencin'

Time to mash your gas

Yeen shot no nigga in three years, burn up yo' shiesty mask

Ain't got no hustle, all my nigga tryna smash for cash

20 extended mags

Limo tint on CPN, skrikers get a tag

Ay, I'm still on that timin'

My first weekend out the feds, I bet shit get to dyin'

I'm South Memphis menace, I make the murder rate rise

Binary triggers, AR pistol, this bitch double-firin'

Why I keep double-firin'?

Ay, I lost my mind, I'm to the face tryna shoot out the road

I get mad all over again seein' my bullet holes

I took two different souls, same clothes, same pole

I took two different souls, same clothes, same pole, on gang

On gang 'nem, nigga, blrrrd

On gang and them, blrrrd, blrrrd

Ay, ay, big blrrrd

Ay, I'm back on the road

We caught him in his favorite outfit and folded his clothes

Don't ask me how much on my neck, it worth 300 'bows

A lot of niggas ain't even slime, but they still wipe they nose

And get treated like ho, ay

My chain white and rose, but this Patek all gold, ay

Put some miles on that Hellcat, no Sprinters at the shows, ay

Project baby, threw a hunnid up at Classic Soulz

Done sobered up, still crack a four, but I ain't gon' pour no mo'

Ain't no more pourin' no Tris, that's a hunnid million, that wrist

Salt-droppin' on Thirtball, coincidentally fucked this bitch

And we 3-7, don't compare Choppa Gang to 3-6

Send shit to Heaven, fully Blackout left him in a ditch

And fuck your gang, don't throw that shit up 'less you drop your wrist

We block shit off when we in traffic, Draco stompin' shit

Got some head from a chocolate bitch, turnt her up on some chocolate shit

Want smoke, we got a lotta it and more shots than a doctor, bitch

Ay, ay, I'm back on that timin'

My third weekend out the feds, I bet shit get to dyin'

I'm South Memphis menace, I make the murder rate rise

Binary triggers, AR pistol, this bitch double-firin'

Why I keep double-fi

I lost my mind, I'm to the face tryna shoot out the road

I get mad all over again seein' my bullet holes

I took two different, same clothes, same pole

I took two different souls, same clothes, same pole