Official Music Video
LA Leakers Freestyle #125 by Russ
Lyrics & Translation
English
There's not a day that I don't show up, I don't need a stand-in
Haters see me walk on water, say it's 'cause I can't swim
Y'all wonder why y'all can't win, look at how y'all think
So if you can't be the captain, you want all of us to sink?
Man I need all of us in sync, that's the mission
You either see the vision or division, which one is it?
Hope you listen to the truth, not the poison that the game produces
Insecurities from fame that I attained through music
But I don't make excuses
I'm still the same Russ that came and fucked the game up
This is still my canvas, I'm not giving up my paintbrush
Wake up, they look at us like stray pups
Give us deals then give us meals, we outside but we chained up
Shut us up, Fantasia, do all to entertain the
Masses while they asses never rapped or laid a bass drum, I say some'
'Specially when I'm drinkin' like a champ like Noreaga
Slip the knot, tie it around my hands like Corey Taylor
Story favors who tells it and who sells it
You may not like what I be sayin' but you felt it
That's usually how the truth goes, I'ma play forever, Albert Pujols
Angels all around me, they be sparklin'
Dodge her if she dances with the devil, that's a cardinal sin
This game is puzzlin' like Arthur Wynne
The car I'm in was your advance check
If you look away and then pull up your pants, I'm throwin' hands next
Ain't no damn refs, this ain't no boxin' ring, grow up
Since then your career has been rocky, Balboa, so uh
Leave me alone like Flipp Dinero
What's a pyramid scheme to an Egyptian pharaoh?
I spit Valero, I whip Camaros, I know people who got sticks
They call 'em they little drummer boy
And when it gets cold, they at your door sinigin' Christmas carols
Happy holidays
It's just some shit to think about
Rockstar by looks, athlete by bank account
Pardon me for being hungry but I plan to kill
I ain't really scared of going slow, I'm scared of standing still
Bitches spillin' tea, I'm sipping chamomile
Tied in with vision like Tannehill, tend to see what can be real
Before their eyes do, I'm the type that companies are giving 5 to
I'm not the type that women wanna say goodbye to
But I'm 'bout to fly to Dubai to do White, you
Thought I'm talkin' drugs, it's a club with a sky view
After parties of arena shows
The expectations, I exceeded those
I made the industry collapse like the Lehman bros
It's 'cause my mother birthed a legend like Tina Knowles
I heat the homes of the people with cold souls
And feed 'em from gold bowls, teach 'em to mold roads
That lead 'em to themselves, they just needed some guidance
Couldn't hear myself think, I just needed some silence
Studio's my asylum, I been locked in
You talk like you can do what I can do, so get hot then
Shut the fuck up talkin' to me about it, ay
You can't see me until you be about it
Pretty women love Russ, gon' and read about it
Speakin' of readin', wrote a book and sold two hundred thousand
Haven't met a mountain I can't climb yet, that's the mindset
How the fuck am I not top 5 yet? Y'all a mess
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of LA Leakers Freestyle #125 by Russ
LA Leakers Freestyle #125* (original Russ)
There's not a day that I don't show up, I don't need a stand-in
Haters see me walk on water, say it's 'cause I can't swim
Y'all wonder why y'all can't win, look at how y'all think
So if you can't be the captain, you want all of us to sink?
Man I need all of us in sync, that's the mission
You either see the vision or division, which one is it?
Hope you listen to the truth, not the poison that the game produces
Insecurities from fame that I attained through music
But I don't make excuses
I'm still the same Russ that came and fucked the game up
This is still my canvas, I'm not giving up my paintbrush
Wake up, they look at us like stray pups
Give us deals then give us meals, we outside but we chained up
Shut us up, Fantasia, do all to entertain the
Masses while they asses never rapped or laid a bass drum, I say some'
'Specially when I'm drinkin' like a champ like Noreaga
Slip the knot, tie it around my hands like Corey Taylor
Story favors who tells it and who sells it
You may not like what I be sayin' but you felt it
That's usually how the truth goes, I'ma play forever, Albert Pujols
Angels all around me, they be sparklin'
Dodge her if she dances with the devil, that's a cardinal sin
This game is puzzlin' like Arthur Wynne
The car I'm in was your advance check
If you look away and then pull up your pants, I'm throwin' hands next
Ain't no damn refs, this ain't no boxin' ring, grow up
Since then your career has been rocky, Balboa, so uh
Leave me alone like Flipp Dinero
What's a pyramid scheme to an Egyptian pharaoh?
I spit Valero, I whip Camaros, I know people who got sticks
They call 'em they little drummer boy
And when it gets cold, they at your door sinigin' Christmas carols
Happy holidays
It's just some shit to think about
Rockstar by looks, athlete by bank account
Pardon me for being hungry but I plan to kill
I ain't really scared of going slow, I'm scared of standing still
Bitches spillin' tea, I'm sipping chamomile
Tied in with vision like Tannehill, tend to see what can be real
Before their eyes do, I'm the type that companies are giving 5 to
I'm not the type that women wanna say goodbye to
But I'm 'bout to fly to Dubai to do White, you
Thought I'm talkin' drugs, it's a club with a sky view
After parties of arena shows
The expectations, I exceeded those
I made the industry collapse like the Lehman bros
It's 'cause my mother birthed a legend like Tina Knowles
I heat the homes of the people with cold souls
And feed 'em from gold bowls, teach 'em to mold roads
That lead 'em to themselves, they just needed some guidance
Couldn't hear myself think, I just needed some silence
Studio's my asylum, I been locked in
You talk like you can do what I can do, so get hot then
Shut the fuck up talkin' to me about it, ay
You can't see me until you be about it
Pretty women love Russ, gon' and read about it
Speakin' of readin', wrote a book and sold two hundred thousand
Haven't met a mountain I can't climb yet, that's the mindset
How the fuck am I not top 5 yet? Y'all a mess
LA Leakers Freestyle #125 (traducción LyricVerse Team)
No hay un día que no aparezca, no necesito un suplente
Los haters me ven caminar sobre el agua, dicen que es porque no sé nadar
Ustedes se preguntan por qué no pueden ganar, miren cómo piensan
Así que si no puedes ser el capitán, ¿quieres que todos nos hundamos?
Hombre, necesito que todos estemos sincronizados, esa es la misión
O ves la visión o la división, ¿cuál es?
Espero que escuches la verdad, no el veneno que produce el juego
Inseguridades de la fama que obtuve a través de la música
Pero no pongo excusas
Sigo siendo el mismo Russ que vino y jodió el juego
Este sigue siendo mi lienzo, no voy a soltar mi pincel
Despierten, nos miran como cachorros callejeros
Nos dan tratos y luego comidas, estamos afuera pero encadenados
Cállennos, Fantasía, hagan todo para entretener a las
Masas mientras sus culos nunca rapearon ni tocaron un bombo, yo digo algo
Especialmente cuando bebo como un campeón como Noreaga
Desliza el nudo, átalo alrededor de mis manos como Corey Taylor
La historia favorece a quien la cuenta y a quien la vende
Puede que no te guste lo que digo, pero lo sentiste
Así suele ser la verdad, voy a jugar para siempre, Albert Pujols
Ángeles a mi alrededor, están brillando
Esquívala si baila con el diablo, eso es un pecado capital
Este juego es desconcertante como Arthur Wynne
El coche en el que estoy era tu cheque de adelanto
Si miras a otro lado y luego te subes los pantalones, voy a lanzar golpes después
No hay árbitros, esto no es un ring de boxeo, maduren
Desde entonces tu carrera ha sido rocosa, Balboa, así que uh
Déjame en paz como Flipp Dinero
¿Qué es un esquema piramidal para un faraón egipcio?
Escupo Valero, conduzco Camaros, conozco gente que tiene palos
Los llaman su pequeño tamborilero
Y cuando hace frío, están en tu puerta cantando villancicos
Felices fiestas
Es solo algo en lo que pensar
Rockstar por la apariencia, atleta por la cuenta bancaria
Perdón por tener hambre, pero planeo matar
Realmente no tengo miedo de ir lento, tengo miedo de quedarme quieto
Perra derramando té, yo estoy bebiendo manzanilla
Conectado con la visión como Tannehill, tiendo a ver lo que puede ser real
Antes de que sus ojos lo hagan, soy el tipo al que las empresas le dan 5
No soy el tipo al que las mujeres quieren decir adiós
Pero estoy a punto de volar a Dubái para hacer White, tú
Pensaste que hablo de drogas, es un club con vista al cielo
Fiestas después de los shows en la arena
Las expectativas, las superé
Hice que la industria colapsara como los hermanos Lehman
Es porque mi madre dio a luz a una leyenda como Tina Knowles
Caliento los hogares de la gente con almas frías
Y los alimento de cuencos de oro, les enseño a moldear caminos
Que los llevan a sí mismos, solo necesitaban algo de guía
No podía oírme pensar, solo necesitaba algo de silencio
El estudio es mi asilo, he estado encerrado
Hablas como si pudieras hacer lo que yo puedo hacer, así que ponte caliente entonces
Cállate la puta boca hablándome de eso, ay
No puedes verme hasta que te pongas a ello
Las mujeres bonitas aman a Russ, ve y lee sobre ello
Hablando de leer, escribí un libro y vendí doscientos mil
Todavía no he encontrado una montaña que no pueda escalar, esa es la mentalidad
¿Cómo carajo no estoy en el top 5 todavía? Son un desastre
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