40 Bars
By Wiz Khalifa
2018
3:15
Official Music Video
40 Bars by Wiz Khalifa
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yeah
Y'all niggas doing out here, man?
Can't be serious
Ta-ha-ha-ha
It's what you want (Yes)
OK!
Yeah
Motherfucker it's, W-I
Act up, knuckles'll fly
Swing somethin' that'll bubble your eye
I've been trouble since the day I was born, a couple mix-ups
So I switched up, made it a song
Put your fists up, say that it's on
You know the style, get wild
Like a child I was raised in the corn, nigga
And everybody wanna face-off, until they face off
I'm like a jet when I take off
I'm the one that grip the beat, youngin'
No bullshit, I spit the heat, youngin'
Hit the streets, youngin'
You'll hear my name ring bells
At your face, I aim these shells
Young Wiz, hey pimpin
Prince of the city of steel ain't trippin'
Pricks try to claim to be real, straight simpin'
Y'all niggas ain't listenin'... hold up!
Who you... know realer? Flow iller?
Move with a team of goons and go-rillas
Bruise all the crews that choose they don't feel us
Dudes probably thought I'd lose, no, nigga!
Go figga, man I'm playin' to win
If a nigga act up, then I'm layin' him in
You can see a little change from the way that it's been
Said it before, I'll say it again...
Motherfucker it's W-I (Dot) Z (Dot), playa!
Cowards all stuck, I'm up at the top layer
Half of y'all suck, it's nothin' to drop haters
Stackin' all bucks, man fuck it, it's not fa-ir
Cause my team keep winnin', keep women
Keep coming out with amounts of dollars, and keep spendin' em
From the home where the hammers' shootin'
Cats all day, hand-in-hand, we're moving
They can't swing like a fan was movin'
Get chopped up like a jam in Houston
It's young Wiz, huh, Steel City, yeah!
Pittsburgh-fitted low, I'm the rookie of the year
Yeah! And I rock and roll
'Till the kid rock Rollies, and my pockets swole
Getting paid's not an optional
I tell chicks, C.D.C
Cash Daddy's Checks and roll
These niggas crazy, man
It's ya boy Wiz Khalifa, the boss, man
Do this shit with my eyes closed, b
Ta-ha-ha-ha, WOOO!
What up [?], yeah
That Pistolvania shit
Bang, bang... BANG!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of 40 Bars by Wiz Khalifa
40 Bars* (original Wiz Khalifa)
Yeah
Y'all niggas doing out here, man?
Can't be serious
Ta-ha-ha-ha
It's what you want (Yes)
OK!
Yeah
Motherfucker it's, W-I
Act up, knuckles'll fly
Swing somethin' that'll bubble your eye
I've been trouble since the day I was born, a couple mix-ups
So I switched up, made it a song
Put your fists up, say that it's on
You know the style, get wild
Like a child I was raised in the corn, nigga
And everybody wanna face-off, until they face off
I'm like a jet when I take off
I'm the one that grip the beat, youngin'
No bullshit, I spit the heat, youngin'
Hit the streets, youngin'
You'll hear my name ring bells
At your face, I aim these shells
Young Wiz, hey pimpin
Prince of the city of steel ain't trippin'
Pricks try to claim to be real, straight simpin'
Y'all niggas ain't listenin'... hold up!
Who you... know realer? Flow iller?
Move with a team of goons and go-rillas
Bruise all the crews that choose they don't feel us
Dudes probably thought I'd lose, no, nigga!
Go figga, man I'm playin' to win
If a nigga act up, then I'm layin' him in
You can see a little change from the way that it's been
Said it before, I'll say it again...
Motherfucker it's W-I (Dot) Z (Dot), playa!
Cowards all stuck, I'm up at the top layer
Half of y'all suck, it's nothin' to drop haters
Stackin' all bucks, man fuck it, it's not fa-ir
Cause my team keep winnin', keep women
Keep coming out with amounts of dollars, and keep spendin' em
From the home where the hammers' shootin'
Cats all day, hand-in-hand, we're moving
They can't swing like a fan was movin'
Get chopped up like a jam in Houston
It's young Wiz, huh, Steel City, yeah!
Pittsburgh-fitted low, I'm the rookie of the year
Yeah! And I rock and roll
'Till the kid rock Rollies, and my pockets swole
Getting paid's not an optional
I tell chicks, C.D.C
Cash Daddy's Checks and roll
These niggas crazy, man
It's ya boy Wiz Khalifa, the boss, man
Do this shit with my eyes closed, b
Ta-ha-ha-ha, WOOO!
What up [?], yeah
That Pistolvania shit
Bang, bang... BANG!
40 Bars (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí
¿Qué hacen por aquí, cabrones?
No puede ser en serio
Ta-ja-ja-ja
Es lo que quieres (Sí)
¡OK!
Sí
Cabrón, es, W-I
Pórtate mal, los nudillos volarán
Golpea algo que te hinche el ojo
He sido un problema desde que nací, un par de líos
Así que cambié, lo hice una canción
Levanta los puños, di que está encendido
Conoces el estilo, vuélvete salvaje
Como un niño me crié en el maíz, negro
Y todos quieren enfrentarse, hasta que se enfrentan
Soy como un jet cuando despego
Soy el que agarra el ritmo, jovencito
Sin tonterías, escupo el fuego, jovencito
Sal a las calles, jovencito
Oirás mi nombre sonar campanas
A tu cara, apunto estas balas
Joven Wiz, hey proxeneta
El Príncipe de la ciudad de acero no se altera
Los idiotas intentan decir que son reales, puros lamebotas
Ustedes, cabrones, no están escuchando... ¡esperen!
¿Quién... conoces más real? ¿Con un flow más enfermo?
Se mueve con un equipo de matones y gorilas
Magullo a todas las pandillas que eligen no sentirnos
Los tipos probablemente pensaron que perdería, ¡no, negro!
Imagínate, hombre, estoy jugando para ganar
Si un negro se porta mal, entonces lo acuesto
Puedes ver un pequeño cambio de cómo ha sido
Lo dije antes, lo diré de nuevo...
¡Cabrón, es W-I (Punto) Z (Punto), jugador!
Los cobardes todos atascados, yo estoy en la capa superior
La mitad de ustedes apestan, no es nada soltar a los haters
Apilando todos los billetes, joder, no es ju-sto
Porque mi equipo sigue ganando, sigue teniendo mujeres
Sigue saliendo con cantidades de dólares, y sigue gastándolos
Desde el hogar donde los martillos disparan
Gatos todo el día, de la mano, nos movemos
No pueden balancearse como un ventilador se movía
Serán picados como una mermelada en Houston
Es el joven Wiz, ¿eh?, Ciudad de Acero, ¡sí!
Con gorra de Pittsburgh baja, soy el novato del año
¡Sí! Y yo rockeo
Hasta que el chico rockee Rollies, y mis bolsillos se hinchen
Que me paguen no es opcional
Les digo a las chicas, C.D.C
Cheques de Papá en Efectivo y a rodar
Estos negros están locos, hombre
Es tu chico Wiz Khalifa, el jefe, hombre
Hago esta mierda con los ojos cerrados, b
Ta-ja-ja-ja, ¡WOOO!
¿Qué tal [?], sí
Esa mierda de Pistolvania
Bang, bang... ¡BANG!
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