Pete B - Loud (Silence) Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Pete B
Hmmmmm...whoa!

I'm stuck winning, Ya'll stuck losing
Dude speak up, You cruisin' for a bruisin'
My words hit deep in that open contusion
Don't get myself, My thoughts confusin'

Its alright, its okay
I'm gon' make it anyway
Its alright, its okay
We all get ours any day
Listen to me
Best thing out of milwaukee

These dudes talking loud, Like they talking for the cash
Keep on yapping, You gon' wind up on your ass
Oh so now you keep purp in your cup?
Shut the fuck up man
I sipped that shit back in 8th grade
Before I knew what it was
And these fake fucks
Think they cool at a club
Think you cool at a rave
Hope you overdose on
Alch', cocaine, and ecstasy
Keep pivot 'round the money, Not strayin' for these honeys
Gotta keep a swift shooter, Nickname ain't gunny
PTI but that's TMI, Dyslexic giant rap "fee-fo-fi"
I wear same gear, Yet me so fly
OG one hit, Get me buzz high
Read you motherfuckers like a kindle
Get caught in a web that I spindle
Pete B quick, Pete B so nimble
Prolly rap over nada but a fiddle
Get my goodies in ninja hoodies
And a pair of slim cuts, You pussies wear footies
Your focus on a bitch, Mine where it should be
Ya'll in onsies
Music is the life this ain't for fun b
Trip on my words, Old friends so clumsy
Chick long legs, Call that Gumby
Break hearts so quick, They act like Humpty
I'm coming, I'm climbing up that ladder
You should be scared, Will release your bladder
Throw your ass to the bottom, And it will splatter
Don't hear your lyrics, All I hear is chatter
When all I really, really, want is this... (silence)