The Notorious B.I.G. - I Got a Story to Tell - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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This song for those

Who fucks crazy women

У других ниггеров дома

They think it is cool

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I read rhymes for you, breaking the doors for you

Even left all his evil bitch for you

Ниггеры думают я под властью пиз*ы,

Ниггер запечатлей-ка это Кодаком

But we do not play like that, I put a question with an edge

My sweet, where did you stop?

Small, but significant back

У нее такое тело, что ниггер хочет его съесть, а я трахаю тебя! The bitch has prestigious work, my member is firmly more nuclear warhead, I can even beat them if she starts to drive

Uuuh, bitch plays both zero

With five in front of them, just a stuntman

While you rode there, I started a conversation with her

Twisted things, so you will not steal it

And now we are taking off her

TV, paradise Versace, and I am in it

Pieces that she did - everything in the highest category

She has a member of the player

Обдурили ниггера в доску, все было так не к месту

She rushed our trees, as if in a hurry somewhere

We fucked in his bed, extremely dangerous

I felt in his ass, while he fought with my Modlyakovsky Sidyuk to the full

She finished twice, I finished last, twisted the jamb

She laughed, said that the household did not smoke

And then I heard a howl:

Damn, I am charging the barrel in such situations

I'm in his stable - he will not like it

I am:

It's dark in my eyes, I put a limb somewhere

Now I will break something for myself, hand, leg:

She asks me to stop, but this devil is approaching

It is hot, as in toasters, I am like a sandwich

But before I managed to blink

She's screaming:

He goes down down, there is still time to think

Her brains on the run, she asks me to calm down

She does not know that I'm cold, like a fan

The trunk is in the hand, but I do not want to shoot at her man

But I can and I can, I need to calm down

Although the situation becomes painful

It came to me as the songs that I write

I'm dressed quickly, a scarf around my face

Tied the bitch, shut up her mouth with a pillowcase

My way out, dude rises with some kind of elixir of love

The trunk on it, he stood like a dead

I dropped the glass, shouts:

Dude takes out unnecessary lavender from under the floor

I throw grandmothers into a backpack, running at the door

To curse the keys to the five hundredth, I call the bosses on the mobile

Take the grass, I have a story:

(tells his dude)

Guys, you won’t believe the X*ynya happened to me. Remember the bitch with which I dumped from the club? Yes, nothing woman. Короче, я на этой суке, а она спит с кем-то из этих ниггеров в мехах, а я у него дома. Well, I don’t know, one of these basketball nigers. In short, I am on his fucking hut, in his fucking bitch, back and forth. I light the grass, and then the owner is leaning, I got into the rain or something else, but he is at home. Scared, scared. At first I shook, but I remembered that my steel friend was with me. Always. Well, this is us. Ну и вот, ниггер поднимается по лестнице, скрипит по ступенькам, сучка вся трясется, послала его за питьем и все такое. She is nervous, I say it is it on x*th! Я же ниггер, ты знаешь как мы это делаем, легко как записку написать. He tied a scarf around his fucking face, tied a bitch, played a robbery. The dude rises, I am a gun in his face, he drops a glass. It seemed that the dude was pissed, I swear by my mother! In short, fucking, he falls to the floor, lifts the rug, throws me a heap of grandmothers, piles of grandmas! I throw all this fucking cabbage into a backpack and - two words - I left! Dude, do you have grass, do you have weed?