GIDRA - HOLA - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Straight from these streets to every monitor

Hola to my people, they know the drill

Guess who, guess who

Haha, I'm a player

This is the freshest dude, hola-hola white-ass

The neighborhoods where I started forever gave me the skill

It's pouring out of local cars and I'm setting the halls on fire

Cash awaits me and I can smell it

The freshest dude

Hola white-ass

Straight from these cars

I'm setting it on fire-setting it-setting it

This is the freshest dude, hola-hola white-ass

The neighborhoods where I started forever gave me the skill

It's pouring out of local cars and I'm setting the halls on fire

Cash awaits me and I can smell it...

I'm hotter than anyone, I weigh more than half a kilo

In rap, the weight is exactly 100, I have something else

You immediately say "Who is this?", I'm Gidra and it's cool

Don't turn it on while everyone's at home, your mom won't understand

Purely the voice of the streets, fuck the bitches who rap now

Bitch, everyone in Gucci, a sweet poodle rubs it in my ears

I'm not with you, fool, I was raised by the real South

Those who know know, we played rough in the blocks

Yo, this is how it should be

If someone is against it, that someone is a moron.b

They don't remember the fucking basics here, rap grows in the streets

And in the streets we hang out and make a mess

The freshest guy, hola-hola white-assed

Those blocks where I started forever gave me the skill

It's pouring out of local cars and I'm setting the halls on fire

Cash awaits me and I can smell it

The freshest guy

Hola white-assed

Right from these cars

I'm setting fire-setting fire-setting

The freshest, even though he's been in business for many years, but I Sorri loafer, Koresh, this is from childhood, we took the types of greens, black, doping in the genes, Blok taught us to make piles to make a plus to kill Bitlo as a non -h, you are from the same? — I don't believe

Daddy's in, we're in the meat, fresh, for the kids to tear apart

I'm the first to smoke, like point-blank with a sawed-off shotgun in your head, talentless

Yeah, it's cramped here, you don't belong here, the experts play here

So get lost, I mean, don't bother, it's useless

Ha, and I play the way I want, I mean, I have a beat and I don't pay for it

Take me to the doctor, 'cause I'm sick

My diagnosis is trap and I'm in it with my head

Yo, and I'm in it with my head

You're so funny on the track that my stomach hurts

Come to my block, maybe you'll understand something

In the meantime, you can listen to this hard hook for now

The freshest little guy, hola-hola white-assed

Those neighborhoods where I started forever gave me the skill

It's pouring out of local cars and I'm setting the halls on fire

Cash is waiting for me and I I smell

The freshest little one

Hola white-assed

Straight from these cars

I set fire to it-I set fire to it-I set fire to it