Nizioł - Reality [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Zwrotka 1: Havoc]
Pay the bitches that's brighter than lighter
That you stole from a nigga, that you [?] lighter
Or darker than the darkest souls searching for that [?]
In a room full of room, [?]
We all reachin' for the top, everybody wanna spot
Everybody wanna shine, niggas screamin' why not
Rappin' my [?] to the casket, don't ask questions, don't wanna be [?]
Move out, wanna move [?]
[?]
Each one, teach one, [?] out the window now
Look for the wicked, that's gonna slow you down
[?] flat tire, I'mma still go
Nothin' 'bout me fake, [?] keep it on the real dough
Niggas know the name, screamin' loud, ain't a thing change
Keep fuck around, put the hammer to your rib cage

[Zwrotka 2: Big Noyd]
[?] walk around [?]
I murk some, hear some, because
[?] you crazy, I have you eatin' blood
I come back slugs
Reach for your gun, get your body where stay
[?] nigga get [?]
I don't play with the Muller, I put it right between your eyes
Nigga [?] Ruger, I come back and squeeze
Until the clip is empty, six feet deep
Nigga, [?] 'cause I used to move
Hustler, nigga
Making dough is all I know, [?]
Keep it tight, [?] fuck police, jeeze, never snitch
Dressin' on black at night, camouflage
Creep through the streets, pulling strings like guitars
Niggas get robbed, they ain't 'bout that life
[?] don't sell, 'cause they not that nice
Think twice if you [?] on me
That is sweet, you know [?] on me nigga

[Zwrotka 3: Nizioł]
Spragniony chce wody, tonący nawet brzytwę
W walce o dobrobyt [?] wydrze
Nawybujałe ego, ślepy nie zna granic
Nie pytaj dlaczego ma zakadowane ranić
W ciemnym zakamarku czai się zło wszelakie
Zwykle po pijaku wyjdzie, że to nie przyjaciel
Kobieta wystawi nieraz na ciężką próbę
Testuje cierpliwość, licho zajdzie ci za skórę
Zazwyczaj różnica gołym okiem jest widoczna
Bywa, że [?] ukaże całokszałt
Z boku lepiej widać, można się zapomnieć
W życiu byś nie pomyślał, że to prawda w oczy kole
Na pięciu życzliwych ze trzech nie do końca
Rozerwana klisza, sfałszowany kontakt
Czasem mało słońca, tak zwane reality
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