Monsters, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
From the king of the south to the king of the states Riding in a car you've probably never seen in the states No idea how much yay I can bring in the states Hey you got a hundred on 'em for a million a day Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day But it's a American gangsta right here in your face And you don't want to see P$C on the scene with a K You think you running up and robbing but that ain't even the case And just because you got away don't mean it's okay You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay? Gonna take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake I'm up in crucial two-stepping with the GAT in the waist TI ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say? Don't even try when you see him boy you have to be great Cause this pistol hit you in your face, you'll teeth they'll have to replace
Monsters, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
They say your attitide determines your latitude I'm high as a motherfucker, fly as a motherfucker And still the motherfucker you love to hate But can't - because you love what I make Now ain't that about a bitch I'mma talk shit until I'm out of hits They don't wanna turn they sneakers up they claim I ain't deep enough All that talking I keep off of, keep it up I'm relaxin', my feet is up I'm leaving you haters like when Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up I state the stats to stunt, I don't need to front There black history every day, I don't need a month The survey says - by the streets accordin' Kanye's just as important as Michael Jordan Was to the NBA when he was scorin' Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and...
Monsters, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
(Verse 3: Eminem) Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic? How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? You got it like I got it or not? If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed That you end up spendin a "G" in the vending machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja That's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up
Mosters, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x)
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перевод:
Чудовища, как Я буду почувствовать? Творения лежат(лгать) здесь(сюда), просматривая окно (2x)
(Стихи 1: TI) От короля юга до короля состояний, едущих в) автомобиле Вы вероятно никогда не видели в(в течение;через) No идее состояний скольких yay Я могу принести в(в течение;через) состояния Эй Вы получили сотни на 'em миллион день Frank Lucas ai не единственный, чтобы делать миллион днем Но это(он) - Американское gangsta право здесь(сюда) на(в течение;через) вашем лице И Вы не хотите видеть(смотри) P$C на сцене(изображение) с K Вы думаете Вы работая по и грабя но, что(, чтобы) ai даже не случай(дело;ящик;падеж) И только потому что Вы получилипрочь не означать что это(он) - окей Вы мертвое проходить человека и Я означаю это, окей? Gonna Принимает эту другую пару mil' и поместившееэто в безопасные Пять наличных дляколыбели на обратной стороне озера Я - по в критических двух-проходить с GAT в талии TI a