Перевод песни RDGLDGRN – Million Fans

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Who can make a million fans off of one track
A backpack and pop star with some skater pass
Girls love it when I sing, but I love to rap
They got the eyes on this money like they wear a patch
And I don't tell'em that I'm broke, where's the fun in that?
We at college, playing shows, get a ton of ass
Doomsday, I make songs for the culo
Girls ask me «what the hell they mad at you for?»
Same reason they was mad at menudo
I watch girls, and rap nerds watch Naruto
These girls are pretty fast, no kissin'
Still can Magic Johnson if you only get some Clinton
Music's a dream, no pension
Horseback to Brooklyn (?)
What's up now?
Hey little beauty, what's up now?
Hey, what's up now?
Hey little beauty, what's up now?
Yeah
A million fans ain't livin' in my home
But I make a mega million and I'm payin' what I owe
What's up now (?)
Hey little beauty, what's up now (?)
Hey, what's up now (?)
Hey little beauty, what's up now (?)
Yeah
A million fans ain't livin' in my home
But I make a mega million and I'm payin' what I owe
What's up now
I'm a color, not another black (?)
Stack gold buzz till they turn to Steve Jobs
I got a mega Million, to make a difference
Hate if you want, long as you listen
Flow coated in convenience store refreshments
Head of my class and I'm beatin' on the Freshmen
I use money, but I am not the next man
I'm trekking through this (?) like I'm try'na kill an X-Men
Emo lyrics are feeding off the depression, caused by the last decade of
recession
School loans are starting to be a bitch, so I just quit school
Now I'm starting to get rich, or die trying
Turn into a giant, here to add value to this music that I'm buyin'
If anything's good, there's a rare amount
So stop giving me songs that I don't care about
Not concerned with your past or your whereabouts
Never used to claimed that I rapped, so I'mma try it out
Flow something new, beats borrowed
And I can guarantee a million fans follow
An outcast with rage against machines
Transform art to slave for companies
Homeboy Green been pavin' out the dreams
Since I hang from trees, scrape my dungarees
You can't change the world from writing songs
But I have civil rights because of a microphone, and
Though a million ain't fit in my home
I make a mega million and I'm payin' what I owe
What's up now?
(Hook)