Исполнитель: Lil Wayne

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Песня: Shoes
OK, No Ceilings, mothafucker, good morning,
Dick in your mouth while you're yawnin', I'm goin' in.
Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me?
I'll bring it to your front door like you ordered me.
Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich,
On my Papa Bear shit, need hot porridge,
Got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom,
A big-head nigga couldn't even imagine.
The shit I do, most doers never done,
I'mma fuck this beat, ya bitch, ooh, ya better cum,
Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit,
I'll still be-beat your ass like a fuckin' drumstick.
Weezy Fuckin' Baby, baby, make the ladies come quick,
The money can't fit in my pockets but I'll bet that gun fit,
And I'm so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers,
And these rappers ain't shit, I like my fast food faster.
Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this ho,
And I'm flyer than the highest-flyin' bird around this ho,
What's the word around this ho? You'll get served around this ho,
Yeah, you'll get served like a fuckin' hors d'œuvre around this ho.
I don't splurge around no ho, no, I don't shine in front of no bitch,
'Cause after she get off my dick I be like "Find the front do', bitch!"
I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep comin' by,
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times,
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind? My fuckin' dick!
I call her dickhead; spicy like a Big Red,
Strike you like a Bic head. Your flow sick? My shit dead.
Sillier than V.I.C. said, Soulja Boy and Arab,
You should see my eleven-year-old daughter do they dance,
I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae's dad,
Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland,
We are not the same, I am a Martian, this is Space Jam,
No Ceilings, R.I.P., amen.
Mothafuckin' caveman, beatin' on my chest,
Young Money, Cash Money, and I'm eatin' all the rest,
Nigga, no offense, sorry if you're offended,
Ridin' high like I'm on 54 inches,
Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches,
Ch-chill like, ch-chill like an Eskimo, let's get mo', let's get mo' bitches,
And I be like "Let's get mo' bitches!"
Mr. Officer, stop arrestin' your bitches!
Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with your business,
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney,
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B'gosh,
Smokin' on that Bob Marley, listenin' to Pete Tosh.
I-I-I do me, no, I do three at a T-I-M-E,
Why when we say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all and relay run to us?
And payday comes sooner than later 'round here,
And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here.
Hey, you better stop the hate around there
Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there.
Yeah, you see it in my face, I don't care,
Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there,
I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet,
Everybody wanna be fly but don't know where their wings at.
Huh, had to pause for a minute,
Now I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women,
On a scale of one to tein my girl be a twenty,
My girls so bad make a nigga think he's sinnin'.
My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me,
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me,
Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies,
All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E.
Mic check, two, three; I am different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be,
Like a hoopty, man, the boy been ridin'
And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid.
You think I'm stuntin', but no, I'm just survivin',
And I've been here, but my soul is just arrivin',
Look up in the air: it's a crow, it's a robin,
No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribin'.
Medication free, and for meditation we
Smoke some better tastin' weed that you'll ever taste or see,
S-H-A-R-P, as a tack, hotter than
Ridin' through the desert on a camel back, I done been
Ridin' through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lyin',
I can do whatever if I'm plannin' that
So I got my guns, let's dance, like Fanny Pak,
And we cook the hard, cut the soft and bring the whammies back.
Mafio, bitch, where your mothafuckin' family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you tryna get your mammy back,
All up in another nigga's woman, I be rammin' that,
Seein' through these see-through niggas like they're laminate.
Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it,
And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these Evangelists,
I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though,
I act so New Orleans, yes, I go pistachios,
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me,
And the bitches is so at me, and you know what they throw at me.
Ha!
No Ceilings!

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Ладно, "Потолков нет", п**ла, доброе утро, 1
Х** тебе в рот, пока ты зеваешь, я вхожу.
Гадда, зачем они завели меня? Марли, зачем они завели меня? 2
Я вывалю тебе всё на порог, словно ты заказал меня.
Снова вернулся, только теперь гораздо богаче,
Чисто Папа-Медведь: кто съел мою кашу?
У меня больше х**ни, чём ты можешь измерить,
Даже головастый ниггер столько не вообразит...... [открыть перевод]

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