[минус] Germes [TSU] - Crowned King of N.Y. (50 Cent protection riddim) | Anno Domini nation instrumental. | Текст песни и Перевод на русский

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• [минус] Germes [TSU]
• Crowned King of N.Y. (50 Cent protection riddim) | Anno Domini nation instrumental.

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Инструментал Psycho by Life and Death productions of Anno Domini Nation.
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Verse 1:
Aeah! Warrup niggaz with white skin, One Love 2 my hommie 50 Cent, always wellcome in ma house, who weared with me 5-size more clothes of our joint uncle,

memmories of collection metal quater-dollar for fist quater-ounce of product on two to become the Shepherds of generations... Warrup!

Кто на микрухе: моё имя прямо переводиться как
Два Яйца, или 2 магазина патронов для Узи,
произведенных бойцами Израэля, прямиком из моей
Маленькой кельи, посвящается Aaliyah, моей музе.

В рэп лезут пиздёныши, только подполье понимает
Thug Life, да и то неправильно, я не пришел воровать,
Bitch, или u wanna take 5 где-то в районе Mulholland Drive
под мои крики: \"Я и Один на микрофоне РАТЬ\".

Хук:
Whaddouknow bout Fifty,
Crowned Kind of N.Y., so coma'on, come get me!
It's all eyes on him until u recognize Da Lord,
I heard that non of us bout y'all sucker heard any word.

Whaddouknow bout G-Unit if most of ya think the G
Means Gangsta, return of Universal Prankster as
Bill Hicks said, talkin' bout my Books you bought and read, let's see how u handle with double-edged GAT of my mouth.

Verse 2:
Fatass bums like Joe, Khaled and Policeman Ross
wanted steel some of my intellect power, but got overdosed,
Pure Livin' Water 4 those who thirst, St. Michael's collectin' the righteous souls killed inna hollocauste.

Putin or Obama: masonic monkey drama u feel frogish
so trunna leap and Moises strike down with the Mjolnir
Hummer, listenin' 2 Ghetto Q'ran Ima just wanna say
Wu Clan bitches walk turnin' around afraid 4 ur mommas.

And u wiil know All Vengence was ready before y'all demons first thought to betrayed me, and even if I've comed down y'all ain't steady enough 2 tell any truth so repent
at least in lookin' 4 protection by masonic zeus.

And even if you thousand times fall into the ullision
That u killed my body, I am stil the Master of Fusion,
The Alchemist who calls any star by it's name, so bow
Before da Biggest Game of a true school playa.

Хук:
Whaddouknow bout Fifty,
Crowned Kind of N.Y., so coma'on, come get me!
It's all eyes on him until u recognize Da Lord,
I heard that non of us bout y'all sucker heard any word.

Whaddouknow bout G-Unit if mosy of ya think the G
Means Gangsta, return of Universal Prankster as
Bill Hicks said, talkin' bout my Books you bought and read, let's see how u handle with double-edged GAT of my mouth.

Outro:
I can feel in commin' in the air tonight,
Makin' the biggest sunstars stardust,
the creational chaos, u ain't, but u were must
respect me when I said the simple
Words of a simple Thugster.
The blue-black skinhead rasta,
And I will watch from the sky that is highest
how u beg 4 mercy in hell, motherfuckers.

Hook 2:
Please tell me what's a nigga to do when I
Ressurected so far away from Cali, and lots of
Ya say in vein that I'm Holly, but same hypocrate
fallens ain't even said \"Namaste\" 2 me inna

Hollywood, dependin' on mood I can listen to
\"Feel Good\" song by Gorrilaz or rude \"Angels deserve
To Die\" by System of a Down, fat ass faggot
Get prepeared 4 the \"Rudeboy Sallute\".

Whachugondo when Pun ressurected comes knockin' at front doors of ur studios?