Blast Holiday - We Ain't Listening [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[HD]

Deep conversation in the booth... Shout out Blast Holiday, Henn Sippa, lil B-Stroll, G, Wayne, Mo...

[Verse 1: HD]

I ain't know they made beats like this no more
They don't make solid niggas like H no more
Sig Sauer in my drawers when I'm ducking the boys
I be shooting Henn bricks, he be grabbing the boards
I only talk guapole, most of you faggots is whores
I be leaning on bitches then pass them on to my boys
You greet them with kisses then go and diss them on songs
The bitch say you pillow-talking, cupcaking at home
I'm in the hood tryna find the lowest price on the zone
All that talking on the mic will get you iced with the chrome
I eat DB for breakfast, nigga I'm reckless
From the booth to 6-1 I'm all night with it restless
Eyes red from the Fanta and the grandaddy
I'm serving you wack rappers out the Glad baggy
Make you pick the rocks up, fuck hand-to-hand
And I took you under my wing, you told on your whole family

Hook (2x)

We hear you talking, but we ain't listening
You rap about this trife shit but we living it
You talk about the kitchen but you ain't cooking zips
We hear you talking pussy, you need to zip your lips

[Verse 2: Henn Sippa]

Door to door, band to band, man to man, boy to girl
Boy and girl on demand, with things and that's plural
No diamond watch on my wrist, but it's still Sippa time
A nigga will go damn near blind tryna watch mine
Ice cubes on my fingers, bout to put them on the mackdown
My flights be on time, I'm back with out of state lines
While we living in Hell, I just hit up Jesus
Just one of many lines, but he always come straight through
No grey goose, my 20-ounce got eight deuce
That's what us island niggas do right by the deuce
Bearfaced Sippa, I pour it, I sip it
And go like King Tut fucking with the Hieroglyphics
Dumb lines on the liquid, you wish that you can live with
Niggas say that they do this and they got that but they don't live it
All this syrup got me twisted, itching, red and purp I'm mixing
High life accrues suspicion, everything a real nigga mention...

(Hook 2x)

[Verse 3: Blast Holiday]

I hear you talking, I'm never listening
Only keeping coke in the tires if they Michellin
Only purple smoke's getting blowed, no Timberland
Envisioned my demise from my killers eyes like
Damn he was fly, belonged in the sky
If I had a lie detector, test right now
Your CD get no play, hit eject right now
Erase them out the iPod, caught a light nod
Actavis and Welch's, Sip stay with ounces
Got me high like Meteor Man, no Robert Townsend
Because I stay with Iron Man like Robert Downey
Tony Starks Black N Chrome like G-Dirty
5-9 till my death cause my street's worthy
But you's no good, like sea scurvy
Keep 30 like Steph Curry
In the kitchen whipping blizzards like McFlurry