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Genius English Translations - Szpaku Czarnuchu Lyrics

[Zwrotka]
Nigga, there are no rules, but u heard it with plan
Where with Młodzian on traps, drinkin n' street talkin
Today, what yesterday, now, but I keep changing
That's still the same rap, still bout' money
I remember old school, there were money too
But swag, (hahaha) but swag
That's different class, u showin ur money
If you're not, you suck a dick
You do dreadlocks to be true nigga on the streets
You throw everything you can, you Sunday dealer
You don't have coke, but you say you have it, because it's such a rap
Who will look in your wallet, how many money do you have?
You only stick with rich ones, you don't count on a good bro
If you want to be likе Sosa, make a better lifе for them, dude
You wanted to be like them, add Codeine to Sprite
Chiraq would eat you, hide the slim jeans and show the balls
We have blocks, not the ghetto, so there is no need to smoke Jan
Here blunts, or white takin', five for homies, you know
Respect is about more than just these Gucci belts
[?] you wear them, he was makin' money the easy way
We don't know how to lose brother, how he got shoot
Black money after rest in peace, niggas playing block
I don't need studies to know how to live
I will make money without them anyway (yha)
Nigga you don't have a gun then don't bark too loud
Here the guys will take care of u if you give space in the lines
And I believe in this music, because what am I supposed to believe in here?
Into the god that is gone or the government that fucked us?
Nigga remember your brothers you got them forever
BSNT with brothers, we want money for a sneak peak
And I don't know if it will pass the raps here forever
Trueschool or boorish trapdoors, I draw lines as if on a counter
And I know what's going on, I also wanted to be like them
I had an idea, I've been a nigga forever
His eyes did not dim, because he was never here
What is it to drink a boar and fly about whims?
Morąg, not Chicago - nobody is running around with the door handle
Well, unless it's the gas one, give me some hay, you have your fists
What kind of swag if you're putting off Louis?
Or Mom will fucking give you a fuck
If i miss the teaser nigga i'll pass alone
Including thick, stolen bits - because they are black
Don't ask me for respect or hay
I do not beat pawns here, because I was heard on the Internet, huh?
I'm not fucking a dick, I'm just an ordinary dude
Who but Morąg heard me?
I don't tune Christmas, five for Szczecin, five for May
There will be hay, then I will come, we will drink, I give you my word
Every second here like Scofield - a torn pseudo gangster
It will be necessary to get acquainted with my gang
Nigga remember you'll never be black
Szpaku - the only one with vitiligo, the rest are scars