Исполнитель: Kid Cudi feat. Common

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Песня: Brothers
[Verse 1: King Chip]
If my n**gas don't fuck wit' you, I don't fuck wit' you,
That's just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit you.
Be a man of your word, don't ever let ‘em play you,
Stand up for your shit, make sure these haters pay you.
Can't nothin' stop a room full of real n**gas,
I got some bad rich bitches, they my real n**gas.
It's like workin' four jobs not to kill n**gas,
My little n**gas love to ride by and spill n**gas.
If y'all fell out over some chips that ain't your real n**ga,
If y'all fell out over a chick that ain't your real n**ga,
Before I be a house n**ga, be a field n**ga,
I gotta Port Arthur chick, call it my trill n**ga,
I met Duke in ‘92 and we still n**gas,
Rockin' Hilfigers before they was like chill n**gas.
Livin' well, me and my n**gas gon' eat,
Before you hate, hit the brakes with both feet.

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Hey yo, all right!
This is how it's supposed to be.
This is how it's supposed to be.
This is how it's supposed to be.
This is how it's supposed to be.
Hey yo, all right!

[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
Max with the homies, try to teach them things,
Teach them how to make a piece of change, even keep the change,
But they never change, bought a set of chains with another chain,
Upgraded to a better chain, that Beretta sing. I ain't playin',
Shoes on the ‘Rari start to look like hooves,
Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves.
Money never change me, only change the situation,
The paper I be chasin' got them sucka n**gas hatin',
Started from the pavement, basement Satan,
Couldn't match my claims so they compare me to a mason.
Free like slaves but they based and crazy,
We talkin' ‘bout crack or we talkin' ‘bout blacks?
Spliffin' the blunt up, then they pickin' the gun up,
Mothafuckers is trippin', they fittin' to run up,
Then they getting' the come up, yup, bitch!
And they do with the sun up,
And this is for my n**gas and my gang,
Through the fortune and the fame
Only thing that never change is my n**gas.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
I got the n**gas that I need with me,
Any issues, my n**ga, you know to please hit me,
No question, no hesitation when it comes to holdin' fam down,
If you creep me the fuck out, you probably ain't around.
Now you can hate on the sidelines, I'm skippin' past,
You got me fucked up, keep talkin' and kiss my ass,
No sweatin' the ho shit, too in tune with the family,
I do got the ones that do know Scott,
They give me the love that a n**ga need,
If it's a place to stay or a dime sack of weed.
Word to Dennis, ridin' thick and thin until we finished,
Focused to keep the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids,
And keep my n**gas from goin' away on a bid.
Only wanted all the fly shit when we got big,
Chasin' these hoes up in they ribs at they momma crib,
Beat n**gas up so ‘bout it, ‘bout it they go blind about it.
We all grown families of our own,
Providin' for ‘em real n**gas, real morals that's the code,
Perform so long as I am my brother's keeper,
He will provide me with a nine if I need or a street sweeper.
The love I have for my n**gas is another type,
You gotta real n**ga down with you for your whole life.
Love for my n**gas.
The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad, my n**ga.

[Chorus]

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[Куплет 1: King Chip]
Если мои черномазые не имеют дел с тобой, то и я не буду,
Это моё правило в гетто, не позволяй пулям достать тебя.
Будь человеком слова, не позволяй никому одурачить тебя,
Отстаивай своё, убедись, что твои враги платят тебе.
Никто не в силах остановить толпу реальных черномазых,
У меня есть несколько богатых бл**ей, вот такие черномазые по мне.
Чтобы не убивать н*ггеров, надо вкалывать на четырёх работах,..... [открыть перевод]

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