Перевод песни Saafir – Slip Into My Eyes
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Saafir talking: Yeah comin' wit that heat I can't hear the beat Ayyo Tone whats that man? Turn that up Saafir: Now these r the eyes of a player True to the layers of the game it's plain and simple An instrumental in life Driven' to keep my mental tight Refined and chain and caged in pain Its microphone season, hey! I can shock the rain I exercise my extra eyes to keep my bones breathing Ghetto bred but balanced to keep from falling off the ghetto edge I got my eyes from hustlers who made scratch from snatching lakes And could peep all your flavor before the after taste They never taste they eat. but never words in they speech Always embrace whats deep Tweaking off your paper this entices freaks its unheard of So in this herd of cattle I prattle prime beef I see millions politic with reef through the revolution Dry land flows, scandalous type Quick to spot a snitch trapped in the pitch black Feel the intro, peep the playalistically divine and slip into minds Chorus Saafir: Slip into my eyes (3X) Ladies Singing: Slippin' away, U got me slippin' away (3X) Saafir: And you will if your optical skill is low level Then lay back in this cold ass world of colorblind gray cats And vivid pictures I see the sick getting sicker Niggas dissin they own blood just to get richer Snail Niggas wit the escargot rhyming style. ugh! Real rappers coming out ain't no more rhyming foul Ill be hurt when I see my real folks snorted out Blowing all the work till u broke Look now you done it Twisted in jail with diverging With a monkey in your stomach Bail way more than 800 Three striking out, trynna win with the bullpen of gorillas Pimps killers and Niggas that say open your mouth And stick a tool in it Freaks that never speak and stay wetted With the fetish rabbit ass. hoes that sell their souls for cabbage You can ask tone like a grandfather Holding eyeglass frames I'm serious Slip into my eyes if you feeling dis (Chorus) Saafir talking: These are the eyes of a player True to the layers of the game Saafir: I'm an image without an image but you can't see that I know its hard, When you trynna get a cameo from the start junkyard Trynna fulfill your character with the self came fill No skill. trynna get a meal ticket, But you ain't wicked U ain't paid the price, I'm trynna have more days Than the first and fifteenth fuck paradise I'm paradise is being shaken (rattling noise) Every time the president awakens in the winter Connect with my weather team From Oakland to LA to Mount Verna-Lini Who I never scene, a murder scene Yellow tape reshapes my fate Faces racism my own sisters, setting me up Cuz they love the taste of sums gism Ancient ass 5−0-1 denim devil blues Visions through the prism of another level fool Chorus (5X) Saafir in background saying, slip into my eyes. imma hustla! (Fades) Slippin away U got me slippin away!