2024.05.04.
3RACHA - I GOT IT (HAN solo) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
English
I GOT IT
I don't wanna get back sonNo doubt it would just be a screw up
After which I let out a sigh.
Everyone just follows along with others' reactions making a clamor.
Divide this one failure into two,
My emotions are profound, like they're all a fusion
I lower my head once and let them out,
Tying down my vigor again with rope.
Until my battery runs dry and dies
My memory's full of lyrics, I'm a magazine
I've gotta be on the front cover.
I'm the type who made it on my own, might as well be an idol rapper
Salary doesn't matter,
I pay for my tracks filled with my passion
I'm on my grind, my brain already filled with ideas, full with the amount of work I get done.
Whoo look what I got,
I pick up a fallen persimmon and eat it
Raising my level, I hit one hunnit
Then accelerate to walk on the top.
I use my spot in the center to gain momentum
I'm gonna get the top bish
And you're under me cleaning up my scraps for a clean dish
Sicker than you,
Bigger than you,
Trying to snap off with nothing more that B-listers
You getting worked up over nothing sounds like a bunch of dogs trying to eat grass.
Out here handing out your undignified nagging,
But I turn it all down because it's useless, don't need it at all
Shut your trap 'cause it stinks, everyone back off already
I'll clear up this whole round, get out of the way, be patient, adrenaline
I rise up high (God God) I'm going higher (God God)
Keep on whining because my answer is I GOT IT, I GOT IT
Shut your trap 'cause it stinks, everyone back off already
I'll clear up this whole round, get out of the way, be patient, adrenaline
I rise up high (God God) I'm going higher (God God)
Keep on whining because my answer is I GOT IT, I GOT IT
What do you want 'cause I'm worn out every day, man
Doing my best to enlighten you all on the things you come say to me,
But who said the finger-pointing would stop?
Filled with rich emotions, I'm an emotional man
It looks like the only thing on your noble pedestals is shit, not divine favor.
Another, another, I'm of a different class, 'til the end of my life my luck's gonna last
No need to rush, I keep my own pace taking my time, waking up in my studio
Like a butterfly, letting my wings dry before taking flight
Stop wishing you had my talent that gives my interesting life a rich air,
'Cause I'm getting tired of dealing with your leftovers
Every time I make a miracle,
Cutting you off sharply, yes I'm a scissor
I won't lower my head to your damn attacks, let 'em rain down 'cause I'm not scared of your pointing fingers
I'm not a kid I won't be ashamed, I take on dangerous challenges to create something even more amazing
I'm greedy, trying everything and even taking your plate 'cause in the end I won't lose a thing.
Shut your trap 'cause it stinks, everyone back off already
I'll clear up this whole round, get out of the way, be patient, adrenaline
I rise up high (God God) I'm going higher (God God)
Keep on whining because my answer is I GOT IT, I GOT IT
Shut your trap 'cause it stinks, everyone back off already
I'll clear up this whole round, get out of the way, be patient, adrenaline
I rise up high (God God) I'm going higher (God God)
Keep on whining because my answer is I GOT IT, I GOT IT
Hello, isn't that a bit too fast?
It's 'cause you suck when you rap slowly
You're hurting my ears with your constant loud bragging
I'm sick of you now... you're a star, in my heart.
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