Перевод песни Common – Heat
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Yeah, one two. Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee? Where ya at? (Yeah!) Say you got guns, then bring that shit Say you got ones, then bring that shit Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this Me and my mans is bout to spit some hot shit Yeah, one two Bout to spit that, hot shit Huh whoo! Yeah Turn it down nigga, hot shit Yea Messenger in the Metropolis; apocalypse here and now Niggas know the ledge, so they don’t come near the style I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit Fake niggas drown the deeper the verse gets Deep as a skinny girl’s cunt — I surface with the purpose To let y’all niggas know the demo Voice is a instrument that’s monumental You couldn’t fuck with the style if you was a nympho Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggas makin moves That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side sell weed I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens I lecture how I got God but don’t got religion Got a clip for these niggas on the net, sellin my shit Let’s just say you Ramone and I’m Spit In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps And people that travel at the speed of need Never agree with the ways of the world Cats say anything — like they say to they girl How you bringin it when you sit Indian style? Niggas know me as Com it’s time hear me go wild With hot shit, yeah Hot shit, yeah, one two Came to bring it boy (You say you got guns, then bring that shit You say you got ones, then bring that shit Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this (to get my man see we bout to spit some hot shit What? No doubt hot shit Old men see visions young men dream dreams I rock the planet — recognize — I’m the C.R.E.A.M Com Rules Everything and everything is How yo' man pullin yo' weight — he ain’t carryin his Scary the biz is like «The Blair Witch Project» Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project State senators, life twirls, most sell out — like a dread with a white girl You want me to cypher with you and the Gods? I just did a show — I’m pursuin these broads Everyone I ain’t tryin to fuck Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch You’ll get split like a date that’s dusk scuffed and scraped up Taped up for tryin to say what — ever you was about to say You rap like a nigga that’s about to spray Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say Feel my heat in the night — it leaves you without the day What I write is a passage for niggas to travel through Before defeatin me — Joe, you better battle you I tap into my own zone like it’s my home phone Turn the cell off and let my dome roam Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable I write fatal bringin niggas to life A wise man came in the thick of the night He said BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic I said, «What shit?» He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit [Hook: J Dilla (You say you got guns, then bring that shit) uhhh (You say you got ones, then bring that shit Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh (me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT SHIT Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh What we spit Jay? (Throw it down nigga) HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c’mon, yeah (keep it goin) HOT SHIT. HOT SHIT. HOT SHIT. yeah, boy (keep it goin) HOT SHIT. out HOT.