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Before The Finals Freestyle by Nasty C
Lyrics & Translation
English
What's a favour to a nigga like me?
Nigga no, no
I can't do it nigga, no, no
Kiss a nigga ass, you a homo
And I will never trust a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma
And I will never love a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma (Go!)
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Remember when you told me that my bars ain't shit
Now you talking bout "Let bygones be bygones" and shit
Y'all wanna see a young nigga fall hard and shit
Bitch you can't deny, bitch you can't deny I went hard and shit
1,2,3 count that money [x3]
1-1, 2, 3, c-count that money
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't really want it
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't want it
I'm the piece of the puzzle they couldn't fit in
I work hard, play hard
And my radar stay dark, 7/24 HR
Got troubles out the ass
Swag running out the class
That's that dumb shit
This young kid is coming out the trash
Cause I never had nothing
Beat it from the heart
I let the pen and pad touch 'em
And if they get mad fuck 'em, yeah
Incase you ain't know I got summer stashed in my underwear
Incase you ain't know I got rappers packed in my tupperware
Young flame thrower
Could probably burn somethin'
Satan got his eyes on me, he could probably learn somethin'
Touch me and you sizzle down to an urn or somethin'
Bitches falling for me like their vision fucking blurred or somethin', yeah
But hoes gon be hoes, why save em?
And this dough come and go, why save it?
I got flow after flow, dive straight in
Or stay being a pussy, dehydrated
What's in your pockets bitch?
What is that? Oxygen?
Nigga you broke as a fucking promise
Didn't tell you I got that Pac in me?
You fucking lying
I got the devil pointing me to all the dotted lines
Promising me dollar signs
Or shit Randelas
What else is in this world for me to relish
But money and spinderellas?
What else is in this world for me to relish
But money and spinderellas?
I was whipped now I'm feeling embarrassed
Cause people say they got your back then stab it
Got me going crazy up in here
Asking "Is my rhymes too simple? Is my raps too average?"
What's a favour to a nigga like me?
Nigga no, no
I can't do it nigga, no, no
Kiss a nigga ass, you a homo
And I will never trust a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma
And I will never love a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma (Go!)
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Remember when you told me that my bars ain't shit
Now you talking bout "Let bygones be bygones" and shit
Y'all wanna see a young nigga fall hard and shit
Bitch you can't deny, bitch you can't deny I went hard and shit
1,2,3 count that money [x3]
1-1, 2, 3, c-count that money
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't really want it
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't want it
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Before The Finals Freestyle by Nasty C
Before The Finals Freestyle* (original Nasty C)
What's a favour to a nigga like me?
Nigga no, no
I can't do it nigga, no, no
Kiss a nigga ass, you a homo
And I will never trust a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma
And I will never love a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma (Go!)
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Remember when you told me that my bars ain't shit
Now you talking bout "Let bygones be bygones" and shit
Y'all wanna see a young nigga fall hard and shit
Bitch you can't deny, bitch you can't deny I went hard and shit
1,2,3 count that money [x3]
1-1, 2, 3, c-count that money
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't really want it
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't want it
I'm the piece of the puzzle they couldn't fit in
I work hard, play hard
And my radar stay dark, 7/24 HR
Got troubles out the ass
Swag running out the class
That's that dumb shit
This young kid is coming out the trash
Cause I never had nothing
Beat it from the heart
I let the pen and pad touch 'em
And if they get mad fuck 'em, yeah
Incase you ain't know I got summer stashed in my underwear
Incase you ain't know I got rappers packed in my tupperware
Young flame thrower
Could probably burn somethin'
Satan got his eyes on me, he could probably learn somethin'
Touch me and you sizzle down to an urn or somethin'
Bitches falling for me like their vision fucking blurred or somethin', yeah
But hoes gon be hoes, why save em?
And this dough come and go, why save it?
I got flow after flow, dive straight in
Or stay being a pussy, dehydrated
What's in your pockets bitch?
What is that? Oxygen?
Nigga you broke as a fucking promise
Didn't tell you I got that Pac in me?
You fucking lying
I got the devil pointing me to all the dotted lines
Promising me dollar signs
Or shit Randelas
What else is in this world for me to relish
But money and spinderellas?
What else is in this world for me to relish
But money and spinderellas?
I was whipped now I'm feeling embarrassed
Cause people say they got your back then stab it
Got me going crazy up in here
Asking "Is my rhymes too simple? Is my raps too average?"
What's a favour to a nigga like me?
Nigga no, no
I can't do it nigga, no, no
Kiss a nigga ass, you a homo
And I will never trust a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma
And I will never love a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma (Go!)
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Remember when you told me that my bars ain't shit
Now you talking bout "Let bygones be bygones" and shit
Y'all wanna see a young nigga fall hard and shit
Bitch you can't deny, bitch you can't deny I went hard and shit
1,2,3 count that money [x3]
1-1, 2, 3, c-count that money
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't really want it
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't want it
Before The Finals Freestyle (traducción LyricVerse Team)
¿Qué es un favor para un negro como yo?
Negro no, no
No puedo hacerlo negro, no, no
Besar el culo de un negro, eres un homo
Y nunca confiaré en un negro
Tío Ruckus en esta perra, Tío Ruck'
No hay nada más importante que la pasta
Ni siquiera Zuma
Y nunca amaré a un negro
Tío Ruckus en esta perra, Tío Ruck'
No hay nada más importante que la pasta
Ni siquiera Zuma (¡Vamos!)
No hay nada más importante que la pasta
Recuerda cuando me dijiste que mis rimas no valían nada
Ahora hablas de "borrón y cuenta nueva" y mierda
Todos quieren ver a un negro joven caer fuerte y mierda
Puta no puedes negarlo, puta no puedes negar que me esforcé y mierda
1,2,3 cuenta ese dinero [x3]
1-1, 2, 3, c-cuenta ese dinero
Realmente no lo quieren [x3]
No lo, no lo quieren realmente
Realmente no lo quieren [x3]
No lo, no lo quieren
Soy la pieza del rompecabezas que no pudieron encajar
Trabajo duro, juego duro
Y mi radar permanece oscuro, 24/7 HR
Tengo problemas a montones
Estilo que desborda la clase
Eso es una mierda tonta
Este joven está saliendo de la basura
Porque nunca tuve nada
Lo hice desde el corazón
Dejo que la pluma y el papel los toquen
Y si se enojan, que se jodan, sí
Por si no lo sabías, tengo el verano guardado en mis calzoncillos
Por si no lo sabías, tengo raperos empacados en mi tupperware
Joven lanzallamas
Probablemente podría quemar algo
Satanás tiene sus ojos en mí, probablemente podría aprender algo
Tócame y te carbonizarás hasta una urna o algo así
Las perras se enamoran de mí como si su visión estuviera jodidamente borrosa o algo así, sí
Pero las putas serán putas, ¿por qué salvarlas?
Y este dinero va y viene, ¿por qué guardarlo?
Tengo rima tras rima, zambúllete directamente
O sigue siendo un cobarde, deshidratado
¿Qué hay en tus bolsillos, puta?
¿Qué es eso? ¿Oxígeno?
Negro, estás más roto que una puta promesa
¿No te dije que tengo a ese Pac en mí?
Estás jodidamente mintiendo
Tengo al diablo señalándome todas las líneas punteadas
Prometiéndome signos de dólar
O mierda, Randelas
¿Qué más hay en este mundo para que yo disfrute?
¿Más que dinero y spinderellas?
¿Qué más hay en este mundo para que yo disfrute?
¿Más que dinero y spinderellas?
Fui azotado, ahora me siento avergonzado
Porque la gente dice que te apoya y luego te apuñala
Me tiene volviéndome loco aquí
Preguntando "¿Son mis rimas demasiado simples? ¿Son mis raps demasiado promedio?"
¿Qué es un favor para un negro como yo?
Negro no, no
No puedo hacerlo negro, no, no
Besar el culo de un negro, eres un homo
Y nunca confiaré en un negro
Tío Ruckus en esta perra, Tío Ruck'
No hay nada más importante que la pasta
Ni siquiera Zuma
Y nunca amaré a un negro
Tío Ruckus en esta perra, Tío Ruck'
No hay nada más importante que la pasta
Ni siquiera Zuma (¡Vamos!)
No hay nada más importante que la pasta
Recuerda cuando me dijiste que mis rimas no valían nada
Ahora hablas de "borrón y cuenta nueva" y mierda
Todos quieren ver a un negro joven caer fuerte y mierda
Puta no puedes negarlo, puta no puedes negar que me esforcé y mierda
1,2,3 cuenta ese dinero [x3]
1-1, 2, 3, c-cuenta ese dinero
Realmente no lo quieren [x3]
No lo, no lo quieren realmente
Realmente no lo quieren [x3]
No lo, no lo quieren
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