Перевод песни U.S.D.A. – Corporate Thuggin'

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I said, I'm +Corporate Thuggin+
Until the day I die, dat's the way it's gon' be Thug Motivation, I'm bumpin' in my 3
Blowin' on some killa shit dat I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah we call it Tennessee
I'm good in err' hood, err' body know me So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'
Pray fo' Uncle Ray, yeah dat nigga still beamin'
Lookin' fly in the cock pit, a nigga still leanin'
Money out here, so a nigga still schemin'
And I don't make music, but the muthafuckin' critics
They don't understand cause they ain't muthafuckin' livin' it And I ain't trippin' on +The Source+, I got a muthafuckin' +plug+
Keepin' 5 mics, I'm still a mothafuckin' thug
Now, the question is — CAN A NIGGA REALLY RAP?
And they ask you — IS YOU EVA BEEN TO THE TRAP?
Bitch I make hits, you niggas waste time
And I be Goddamn if I let chu waste mine
Like change fo' the betta, but I'm still strapped
Trigga-happy nigga, don't make me relapse
Attitude like «Fuck It!» — they hatin' anyway
And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
What else I'm gon' say dat's my mu'fuckin' life
I just left Jamaica I'm talkin' Nachos Rios
Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought a few pills but dats only fo' the skeezas
Used my black car but dat's only fo' the reefa
Wussuh! (Let's go)
Not a day go by, dat I ain't high
Hit the mall err'day, nigga I stay fly
26 inches, yeah I'm sittin' up high
And I'mma keep it hood, hommie dat's no lie
Not a day go by, dat I ain't high
Hit the mall err'day, nigga I stay fly
Get it how we live, yeah we try to get by We throw it all in the air, baby dat's no lie
Blood Raw! Everybody love me (Yay-Uh!!)
Blowin' on Jamaica, the boy +Corporate Thuggin+
Glasses in the air, everybody toastin'
Gettin' fucked up nigga, everybody totin' (Oooh)
Posted wit a broad, yeah she blacka then an African (Yeah)
Hair down her back, like she mixed wit Italian (Haha.)
Mamii so thick, man she look like a stallion
Introduced her to my patna — yeah it's on, so what's happenin'
Wha's hann'in!
Dead presidents (Ch'yah!), brief-case full of 'em
Couldn't take a chance, we do it fo' the love of 'em (C'monn!)
Livin' life fast (Yah!), we do it fo' the rush of it Rubberband stacks, we do it fo' the touch of it (Okayye!)
This shit don't stop (Stop!)
Corporate Thuggin' nigga 'till my casket drop (Yah!)
Yams in the booth did the same on the block
Don't blame me, I'm just trynna get a knot (Nah!)