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JON BELLION lyrics - Translations Through Speakers

For The Dreamers

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Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh ladadadadada Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh ladadadadada Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh ladadadadada Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh See it went from talking shit loud To graduating to whispers Still chilling painting pictures with the hipsters And since I produced the record Please hold while I insert A bassline dirtier than kissing on your sister (ew) Still clearing 30 racks, cigarrettes, and leather jackets Pimp coats, and feathered hats Lose the phone, never that My mother's cooking sauce I'm more Italian than Sinatra's kids Fashion is a chore to me I'm partying in moccasins Rocking with the scholars Then taking shots up with the college kids Please don't try and copy me You're cheating while I'm proctoring Positively optimistic Hopping on the opposite Of every single thing they ever told me to do So put the hate down and watch me spazz out To sounds Jon Lennon would be proud of Put the hate down and watch me spazz out To sounds Jon Lennon would be proud- [Hook:] Ohhh as I take off on an airplane I realize the dream that I'm chasing is true Yeah I'm afraid of heights But I'm not afraid to fly [x4:] Let me hear the dreamers yo Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh ladadadadada [Blaque Keyz:] Yeah, for a proper introduction This is keys without the locksmith A new year, I'm tired of rapping on that nonchalant tip You scholars think you can roast my associate with hot shit You're hopeless, cause this bachelor is a master when a doc spits Work all day and laid back collecting bills at night We're fly enough to make the sell see us, still we're fearing heights Waiting to blow, getting impatient, I've been chasing Mister myers with a knife Flipping the script because I'm killing mic's My entourage is a bunch of guys Who walk around mauling all the moms in every mall With that sharpened claws Not talking santa or a certain type of grammar I'm a standout Not handing handouts to all your open paws So put the hate down watch me spazz out To sounds Kurtis Blow would be proud of Put the hate down and watch me spazz out Yo sounds Kurtis Blow would be proud- [Hook] [x5:] Never wake up from your dreams (your dreams)

Lucci

La the Darkman "Heist of the Century"
[Intro: La the Darkman] Gun rule. We gon' make this spicy. It's La Trapacanty right here. You know? And we gon' do it like this. Yeah. Darkman. [La the Darkman] Yo, yo, watch the Corleone give neck ties and puff bones Stick arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones Witness, La, hands of stone, on this action packed odessey Majesty, livin out the golden book prophecy Unstoppable, Iron Shiek of rap speaks Blaze a tree in the street, blue and grey benz jeep Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon New entrepreneur, no match to go to war On tour, blowin smoke out the four by four Enjoyin life, I don't know a man who live twice Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of Manhatten While I get blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicks With a bad chick, La been raw since eighty-six On the block, new kicks with chalk and skunk mitts Son, i'm fortunate to still be here, shells is close City Lights, La The Dark, stay conceilin the toast Cuz thieves who decieve get loot the most But thieves that see me are left Holy as the Ghost [Chorus x2: La the Darkman] For that lucci, it's all about that lucci For that lucci, it's all about that Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays [La the Darkman] I'd rather die if I'm not livin fly, Now Y Can't get a job with a corporate, fuck it, I'm gettin high Suicide commited in cells, dwellers square as hell Children can't have a chance with impairable bells Sufferin in a jail, I only recognize a soul Reach one with a cold force, gon' be the one that have to be told Behold the son of God with a scroll Flame throwin lyrics, niggaz better stop, drop and roll Lyrics is gold, Darkman pushin up in the land Hit a spot fot a Rolex watch, two thousand grams Now dip, cuz loose lip shorts ain't shit But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and the Crips Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate Stayin close to a hornet, drinkin, bustin that jake Holdin my weight, now a purchase 'bout to case When I coke 'em and drop 'em it equal Cali earthquakes I escape, baggin worth, pawn porcelain plates Get ill like Al Capone after sniffin that ape And my state from the halls of Hell Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring [Chorus] [La the Darkman] Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers Cake junkies on the Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers In that Acura, same soldiers attackin ya Desert camellion, no civilian, better know as Dracula Seven, I'm 'bout to see about a half a mil' With twenty niggaz perfectin in Kung Fu skills And fuck bitches, they only want they name on my will And all you half-ass rappers, kid, you need to be killed My shit is ill, the eels gave birth to my friend I represent on all tracks like the number four train Maintain, it's all about the cheese you gain I get the studies, then the money and the bitches, fuck the fame [Chorus]

G-Code

JUVENILE "Tha G-Code"
[Lil Wayne:] I ain't terrified from nuthin' I'm young wild crazy and disgustin' Better watch me cuz I'm coming With a oven by my stomach I'm scramblin' for the money Tape ya up like a mummy Call ya people and tell 'em I need 50 for this dummy I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin' Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin Dumpin' fire and bustin' Lovin, lyin' and lustin' Stealin' killin' and rapin Runnin' climbin and chasin Strugglin hustin' to make Get it got it I take it Watch ya Chevy mister Move ya purse miss Cuz I tote heavy pistols And man they burst quick It's too late to hesitate I was told there'd be better days But shit that was yesterday And still I haven't ate But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood Can't hide it though I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove That's my G-code [Chorus [Lil Wayne]:] Now put ya box in the mud Get ya glocks in ya gloves Ride drops on dubs We gon' live by that Make the snitches catch a cut Soldier pistol nigga what Hit the block and open up We gon' die by that [repeat] [Juvenile:] We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls Foreign properties and pack some menthals Got us a fire connect and went off Got jammed with this broad that rent cars Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in Jack niggas to get some cheap linen The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin' Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it [Chorus:] [Juvenile:] If war ever came we held the fort down Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound Stayed on point to make some more green Get our stash away from dope fiends Nigga had a habit he supplied his own Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome We kept a little work for the ki's and bones Crowds draw heat so we be's alone We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch Them other motherfuckers fall off the block 24/7 all around the clock We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti Police drew causes and tried to cross lines We stuck to the code we lived and died by it [Chorus x 2]

9-5ers Anthem

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
[Aesop Rock] Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds Half the patients wasted self pride at Commencement So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections And twelve steps to lesson Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics Life treats the peasants like They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems When the clock strikes nine I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players For the cycle of it Under a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is watching My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts We on some door-to-door now Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies For copper pennies for one commanding Gimme that So we can retain baby fat Make the biter snake bedlam Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon Bent barrel one eight zero, you'll turn, squeeze, ending It's on like it's never been It's bleeding well It's bigger than a breadbox It can roast my leaky finance I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge With a Coke and a bag of chips To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because The first one slipped Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks I tend to underestimate my average Just another bastard savage Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand Cuz every dog has its day At which point, I'll pull it away Now we the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out When we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pasttimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope [Aesop Rock] It's the year of the silkworm Everything I built burned yesterday Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve Elevate the spreading of the silk germ Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal Saddle up on high horse My torch forced Polaris embarrassed Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage I bought some new sneakers I just hope my legacy matches It's the year of the landshark Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water They're out there being slaughtered In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters Man it's the year of the Orphan Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat Maybe it's the year of the waterbug Cockroach utter thug specimen Your response, dreaming of your next of kin I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in I've been the object of your ridicule You've been a bitch lieutenant God it's the year of the underpaid employee Spitting forty plus a week And trying to rape earth on my off time You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough So you can run run run And I'ma let you think you won EVERYBODY! We the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine to five day-in day-out But we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pasttimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope [Aesop Rock] Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless

Thugz Cry

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
Bizzy: . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . . .] . . . . . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry]. Bizzy: Nigga, we represent the planet. Get schizophrenic and panic. Maybe the past would understand if they get off they ass and mash. How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boys. Watch for them plots and deploys, envoys, scopin like a dope fiend, when I'm smoked in the alleys with these ghetto guns and erased my funds Watts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brains, still rowdy. Jesus really never died--you crucified mutual suicide. Who am I? Loco with vocals, goin' coast to coast. Heaven'll move me, right, for sure. Deception whether my brethren, but sunny days when I parlay. Get killed when I get to steppin'. Remember the weapon (come) and the doctor said I need time to myself where ocean those frivilous thoughts, thug for the Bone, up puttin' this independent stardom. Seven relentless evil intentions, nobody knows 'em, Im even a henchman, warrior, poet, never to mention i love my lady rebel? And we can get the stroke on. And we can get the stroke on. And we can get the stroke on. And we can get this stroke on, when the thugs cry. This is what it sounds like (this is what it sounds like,) . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry]. [Are you ready, ready?] Bizzy: We keepin' the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't fuckin' the boss, lookin' at me sexy. Take your clothes off, and my dick'll go soft. Never mix business with your sickness. Enemy see me flippin' in the picnic with your little divide and conquer, but my sister was ready to bomb her. Get off the diznick and up off my voice. Me and my boys, give us a choice. How could you ever tell Sony that I was the only one was makin' noise? Ain't it a breech of trust? Look in the gutter. Ha! Never judge your book by the cover. Word to the muthafucka! Huh, I didn't studder. But what if I lost and I came in the office, and nobody noticed with explosives on top of Versace clothes. Give up the ghost. Krayzie's Picasso. Little Layzie's like Caesar. Stack's like little Pesci in Casino, and Wish don't give a fuck, ho. I'm Gambino. And the walking dead woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Bible of survival, triple six rivals [triple six rivals, rivals]--none of you said, but I roll with killas, niggas that'll bust a nigga. We don't feel strapped in the bed, kickin' up the camp on the realest, the realest, the realest. This is what it sounds like (this is what it sounds like). [Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . ] . . . when the thugs cry [when the thugs cry, when the thugs cry]. [Are you ready, ready, ready?] Oh no! Bizzy: Here to make your body shake, when it's too late, soon as you flipped off the safety. Baby, this be all day, don't tell me you crazy. Would they tell me? Hell, naw. But the reason there's weepin', we off with a demon, so cheap. And at least she peekin', so peep deep down in your pockets. Don't sleep, rulin' with my crucifix, Lucifer usually uses it to rule all these wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games. And the fool, this bitch is missin'. Shame, shame, shame. Enemies attackin' me. Actually I'm in the grave, ask Mr. Majesty. These casualties--well, they passin' me by, but I hear death callin', when it's so cold in a room, who's stallin'? Better come after me, and we say, Fuck ya'll. Haul into battle [we battle, battle].

Ride Up

AER "The Reach"
[Carter:] I hate waking up with the frost on my windshield, it belongs on my bud ha Hate seein my breath when I’m sitting here, know the snow will never budge Late nights cold and flakes stuck on my shoulder, depressing but I guess I’ll stay warm My feet on the incredible heat machine, reefer steam The next step needs to be the song Underground but high right now Break your spine tryna get down Bare light bulb 120 volts in this corner The musics at fault the flows dried up Lookin for inspiration for writing But the pencil seems to have more thoughts than I do False criminal gossip Hydroplane across the snow and the rain to get original products One head light out the other is flawless, I promise I know it’s small but the work was honest [Hook:] We’ll take the ride up, If you’re feeling the sound Anyone besides us, yeah just turn that shit down Fresh aer for your lungs [June:] Yeah, and we just wanna have a good time I’m kushed up, I’ma finna shut it down Everywhere my team go you know they come around Good love feline’ like I’m in my home town Fresh Aer for the soul Night feels young Drinks still cold Playin’ beer pong while these bitches get low Party all night till the sun get old girl And them lames gunna hate But we liven’ it up so fuck what they say Mind so gone I’m just floatin’ in outer space Drink in my hand we just rocking’ to the bass girl And I got winners all around me Shootout to the High Life and them good trees Got a couple bad bitches common’ home with me I’m on me G shit Aer tell um what it means [Hook:] We’ll take the ride up, If you’re feeling the sound Anyone besides us, yeah just turn that shit down Fresh aer for your lungs

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