Перевод песни Busta Rhymes – You Can't Hold The Torch
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Yeah It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe Shit feel all different Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked up Niggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the game I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggaz Huh! So many nights were spent ponderin Wonderin how we gon'come again My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game In retrospect, the game ain't the same mayne They heart and soul is divided They ramshack the music, no control up inside it Now — look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty But — lettin money pass me I doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom now Pumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow So... you got to get your gate right No matter what, you got to treat your weight right On the block if you focused on greed then Nine out of ten times you be bleedin The analogy is clear To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vet Don't mean to disrespect, cause + (Chauncey Black) + «I write rhymes, I write checks» (It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? Aiyyo what happened? Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names up These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game up Need to change up (change up) sound so trash When I see 'em feel like breakin they frame up DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars Muh'fuckers better step up your bars Instead of frontin in the game like niggaz really are stars Like we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you are I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather Givin you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better I'm sayin, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect You hurtin the game when your shit sound off y'know A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'know You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo'sho' Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I + (Chauncey Black) + «I write rhymes, I write checks» (It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love) For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life) Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? Aiyyo what happened? Oh my God, they a (uh) come ridin around Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down They (uh) lookin around outside of themselves And they sayin things that ain't really themselves And they keep fuckin regurgitatin the same script Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh) C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh) Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh) Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (uh-huh) Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!) I'm tired of niggaz complainin how the game changed You niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strange That's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScain In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened? Aiyyo what happened?