J-Love The Night ft. Take-It, AG Da Coroner, Action Bronson, Meyhem Lauren & Killa Sha tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie. Posłuchaj MP3 i obejrzyj teledysk z Youtube oraz sprawdź chwyty.

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[Sample]

Coming of the night, coming of the night

Coming of the night, coming of the night

Coming of the night-

Makes me see the joy!


[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]

Just lamping, man, Meyhem Lauren

Outdoorsmen, nahimsaying?


Outshine a diamond when I'm rhyming

Kid, there's no denying

Niggas be sweating my techniques

I call it flow perspiring

Rappers stay rapping about the guns that they be always firing

I'll wet your block like you was really beefing with Poseidon

Heavy grinding, I was twenty when I bought my Breitling

Built like a bison

Bagging bitches like I'm Peabo Bryson

Coincidental, I knock niggas out

Resemble Tyson

My life's enticing

Flipping flows, you know my words enlighten

Classic when I'm writing

Smashing like a fucking titan

Illuminate a walk into the dark and make it bright


[Verse 2: Killa Sha]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon


The nocturnal, lyrical, verbal competitor

The predator, geared up and he raw

Make one thing here for sure, it's all true

Late night is when the God do what he do

Ten PM get the checks cut

Looking for the next cut

Now, who's next up?

Shoot a nigga vest up

Midnight scenery at it's best

Guaranteed to put a nigga to rest

And held cess and maintain

Too many thoughts in the brain

Have a nigga damn near insane

But this is real life

A lot of niggas like to move in spite

But the God ain't caught with the hype

So get it right (yeah!)


[Verse 3: J-Love]

Coming of the night

I transform into a vampire

Have niggas under pressure like Chris from The Wire

But I play the role of Marlo, call me Don Corleone

Outdoorsmen on the way, I'm like the chaperone

My squad's official, like a German luger pistol

I accumulate stacks and waste hundreds by the fistful

I'm putting New York in smash

Call me Giuliani

Let me blow your mind like Eve and Gwen Stefani

The greatest man walking

Son, a Nighthawk royalty

Only give respect when cats give loyalty

A rare commodity

So I focus on the chief

A lyrical genius and a beatmaking beast


[Verse 4: Take-It]

I'll come again, hold up pistols to the unofficial

You pray for Jesus Christ, hoping that the Lord is with you

I'll lay you in your coffin, cough cause when your mother kiss you

And have your sister on the grind, selling dimes and nickels

You full of issues like Sports Illustrated

Never hated, when you made it

Underestimated, Take-It, now

He your favorite rapper, gotta adapt to this new chapter

Make you see the joy and laughter off this lyrical disaster

Some say "your majesty," some say "master"

Sell smoke like cancer, more white than Casper

Come here, ma, sit on my lap, just like Santa

Ask you a question, "who that?"

"Give me that", answer

Take-It!


[Verse 5: Action Bronson]

Sunday brunch, lovely landscapes

Eating pancakes, sunny sides and a ham steak

Face full of beard, heart full of malice

Light up the chalice

My index trigger finger's calloused

You make it rain, I keep the shotty in the trench

While you're hugged up with your mommy

Leave your body on the bench

So oddly, when I carve the body

Vomit from the stench

The lemon essence muffins in the oven

Covered up the scent (smells good!)

Back alley Bronson, young Magic Johnson

Sick nigga balling, pay for prosy's just for sporting

I'm courting African Ray's

Nigga, they're black and they're suede

Cause when I spit this disease

You catching African AIDS


[Verse 6: AG Da Coroner]

Night time, that's a nigga favorite part of the day

Weed smoking on the bench

Freestyling in hallways

There's always a block party

Popping in the summer, G

The dope boys hustle and muscle to make another G

Moonlight shining right down to my grill

Transform into a wolf

And the blood start to spill

It's all real, the steel keep your cavities filled

Everybody in the hood had dreams to make mills

It's midnight, the two hands touching the one, two

House party we come through

Even the buds too

Wait for the sun to come back up

And when it go down, the whole Rosa fam ready to strap up

Mob full of spics, they call us the Spic Mob

Contracts on your head, we call it a stick job

What!


[Outro]

Coming of the night

Makes me see the joy! 

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