- Исполнитель: Pusha T
- Перевод песни
- Песня: Dreamin of the Past
[Refrain: Donny Hathaway]
I was dreamin' of the past,
And my heart was beatin' fast,
I began to lose control...
[Chorus: Pusha T]
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players,
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas!
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah,
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah!"
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Bruh, you niggas ain't flexin', you crampin',
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin,
Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin',
Now pass the champagne to the champion.
My niggas get money, get money, get money like Ye samplin',
Gun stutta, make the drumline like Gramblin',
MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion,
Annoyed 'cause this bitch callin' Lanvin "Lan-vin",
Fuck who you stampin', them niggas just stand-ins,
Not me, they censor and block me,
You hollerin', "Top five," I only see top me,
Award shows the only way you bitches could rob me.
[Chorus: Pusha T]
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players,
Clip 'em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega,
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Bruh, you niggas ain't drip, you dryin',
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin',
You and your bitch income combinin',
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin'.
Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters,
So you gots understand there's a difference:
There's window stickers and window lickers,
You know the type, always tryna get in your picture,
I was tryna get the dope through in yo sister.
We weren't baggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes,
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses,
Made a way for ourselves, we ain't need no wishes.
[Chorus: Pusha T]
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players,
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas!
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah,
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah!"
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time,
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design,
Critics: he's out of his mind; haters: he's out of his prime,
Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs.
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind,
I was bored by these albums so it gotta be time,
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine,
Huff and Puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne.
[Verse 4: Kanye West]
Properties all across the board, this monopoly's mine,
Became a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne,
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house would be mine,
Coulda bought it, but I ain't like the way the kitchen design.
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger,
When daddy's not home, the family's in danger.
[Outro: Pusha T]
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah,
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"
Перевод песни:
Грезил прошлым
[Рефрен: Donny Hathaway] 1
Я грезил прошлым,
И сердце выскакивало из груди,
Я вышел из себя...
[Припев: Pusha T]
Тут много уровней, так что молитесь за игроков,
Мы делали тайники в стенах задних комнат бодег! 2.....
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