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GYAG (Get Yourself A Gun) by Bob Vylan
Lyrics & Translation
English
Open flames around bended spoons
The game is rigged, but we'll mend it soon
Texture like sun, don't mention moon
'Cause the night time is full up of plenty goons
Dark nights seem to put me at ease
I don't cross the street, don't jump and flee
Takes more than the heat to discomfort me
I'm in the kitchen cooking so comfortably
Cold town, blocks burning up
Stressed out 'cause man don't earn enough
Police turned thieves and burglars
Tryna to steal our lives and murder us, hoo
Foods hot, careful serving up
Hood, youths and peds start circle up
Done all the talk, man have had heard enough
I bet you don't hear shit when the burner busts
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun
(Tedious, he's arrogant, he's inconsiderate)
(And basically people think there's something wrong with the man)
Neighbours on my block witnessing me getting rack in
Wasn't talking about my looks when they said that boy is strapping
Another handsome villain with the devil in his ear
But the hell wasn't mine by design, I it see clear now
Plays in a game where the ref isn't fair and some are moving with the stick like they're vision impaired, yeah
Scouser hit my phone tryna sell me a shooter
Had a butchers, leave it
I'm looking for a hoover
Tryna clean the whole street when it airs
I'm good on that one
You found some protection for some girls
One white, one black one
I dipped, I ain't down with that shit
Don't know the ins and outs, I was in and out
I ain't tryna be in the house
I was playing with fire, I was playing with life
Now I find this ain't made for the weak
My advice, I advise, whether avoiding robberies or bailiffs
You might survive if you stay inside
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun
Brown powder filled the ends like a coffee pot
Yeah, I had a top twenty album in the charts
But I stayed stealing loo roll out the bathroom at the coffee shop
Rob a place blind with the same speed Rossi got
License for what? I know the roads like a black cab
Black man come up screw faced
They that mad, hate my journey
Want me hanging up in Tyburn tree
'Cause I wipe my back side with that flag
Spit in your mouth then I spit on the crown, spit on your mic
NME getting sick of me now
Before any these interviews will misquote me
My enemies had dreams that they put me down
On the block so hot, serve the rock up wearing oven gloves
Gripping on the burner man, then rock up wearing other gloves
No prints on it, send a letter to the one above
Doves might cry, but it's nothing like your mother does
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of GYAG (Get Yourself A Gun) by Bob Vylan
GYAG (Get Yourself A Gun)* (original Bob Vylan)
Open flames around bended spoons
The game is rigged, but we'll mend it soon
Texture like sun, don't mention moon
'Cause the night time is full up of plenty goons
Dark nights seem to put me at ease
I don't cross the street, don't jump and flee
Takes more than the heat to discomfort me
I'm in the kitchen cooking so comfortably
Cold town, blocks burning up
Stressed out 'cause man don't earn enough
Police turned thieves and burglars
Tryna to steal our lives and murder us, hoo
Foods hot, careful serving up
Hood, youths and peds start circle up
Done all the talk, man have had heard enough
I bet you don't hear shit when the burner busts
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun
(Tedious, he's arrogant, he's inconsiderate)
(And basically people think there's something wrong with the man)
Neighbours on my block witnessing me getting rack in
Wasn't talking about my looks when they said that boy is strapping
Another handsome villain with the devil in his ear
But the hell wasn't mine by design, I it see clear now
Plays in a game where the ref isn't fair and some are moving with the stick like they're vision impaired, yeah
Scouser hit my phone tryna sell me a shooter
Had a butchers, leave it
I'm looking for a hoover
Tryna clean the whole street when it airs
I'm good on that one
You found some protection for some girls
One white, one black one
I dipped, I ain't down with that shit
Don't know the ins and outs, I was in and out
I ain't tryna be in the house
I was playing with fire, I was playing with life
Now I find this ain't made for the weak
My advice, I advise, whether avoiding robberies or bailiffs
You might survive if you stay inside
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun
Brown powder filled the ends like a coffee pot
Yeah, I had a top twenty album in the charts
But I stayed stealing loo roll out the bathroom at the coffee shop
Rob a place blind with the same speed Rossi got
License for what? I know the roads like a black cab
Black man come up screw faced
They that mad, hate my journey
Want me hanging up in Tyburn tree
'Cause I wipe my back side with that flag
Spit in your mouth then I spit on the crown, spit on your mic
NME getting sick of me now
Before any these interviews will misquote me
My enemies had dreams that they put me down
On the block so hot, serve the rock up wearing oven gloves
Gripping on the burner man, then rock up wearing other gloves
No prints on it, send a letter to the one above
Doves might cry, but it's nothing like your mother does
GYAG (Get Yourself A Gun) (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Llamas abiertas alrededor de cucharas dobladas
El juego está amañado, pero lo arreglaremos pronto
Textura como el sol, no menciones la luna
Porque la noche está llena de muchos matones
Las noches oscuras parecen tranquilizarme
No cruzo la calle, no salto ni huyo
Se necesita más que el calor para incomodarme
Estoy en la cocina cocinando tan cómodamente
Ciudad fría, bloques ardiendo
Estresado porque el hombre no gana lo suficiente
La policía se volvió ladrones y asaltantes
Intentando robarnos la vida y asesinarnos, hoo
Comida caliente, cuidado al servir
Barrio, jóvenes y peatones empiezan a rodear
Ya se habló suficiente, el hombre ha oído bastante
Apuesto a que no oyes una mierda cuando la pistola dispara
Hace frío aquí fuera
Y los juegos que se juegan no son divertidos
El casero acaba de subirte el alquiler
Mejor consíguete un
Hace frío aquí fuera
Y los juegos que se juegan no son divertidos
El casero acaba de subirte el alquiler
Mejor consíguete una pistola
Hace frío aquí fuera
Y los juegos que se juegan no son divertidos
El casero acaba de subirte el alquiler
Mejor consíguete una pistola
(Tedioso, es arrogante, es desconsiderado)
(Y básicamente la gente piensa que algo anda mal con el hombre)
Vecinos de mi bloque presenciando cómo me hago rico
No hablaban de mi aspecto cuando dijeron que ese chico está armado
Otro villano apuesto con el diablo en su oído
Pero el infierno no era mío por diseño, ahora lo veo claro
Juega en un juego donde el árbitro no es justo y algunos se mueven con el bastón como si tuvieran la vista deteriorada, sí
Un Scouser me llamó intentando venderme un tirador
Tuve un carnicero, déjalo
Estoy buscando una aspiradora
Intentando limpiar toda la calle cuando se ventile
Estoy bien con eso
Encontraste protección para algunas chicas
Una blanca, una negra
Me fui, no estoy de acuerdo con esa mierda
No sé los pormenores, yo entraba y salía
No estoy intentando estar en la casa
Estaba jugando con fuego, estaba jugando con la vida
Ahora encuentro que esto no está hecho para los débiles
Mi consejo, te aconsejo, ya sea evitando robos o alguaciles
Podrías sobrevivir si te quedas dentro
Hace frío aquí fuera
Y los juegos que se juegan no son divertidos
El casero acaba de subirte el alquiler
Mejor consíguete una pistola
Hace frío aquí fuera
Y los juegos que se juegan no son divertidos
El casero acaba de subirte el alquiler
Mejor consíguete una pistola
Polvo marrón llenó los extremos como una cafetera
Sí, tuve un álbum entre los veinte primeros en las listas
Pero seguí robando papel higiénico del baño de la cafetería
Robar un lugar a ciegas con la misma velocidad que Rossi
¿Licencia para qué? Conozco las calles como un taxi negro
Hombre negro aparece con cara de enfado
Están tan locos, odian mi viaje
Quieren que me cuelguen en el árbol de Tyburn
Porque me limpio el trasero con esa bandera
Escupo en tu boca, luego escupo en la corona, escupo en tu micrófono
NME se está hartando de mí ahora
Antes de que cualquiera de estas entrevistas me cite mal
Mis enemigos soñaron con derribarme
En el barrio tan caliente, sirvo la droga con guantes de horno
Agarrando la pistola, luego aparezco con otros guantes
Sin huellas, envía una carta al de arriba
Las palomas pueden llorar, pero no es nada como lo hace tu madre
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