Telly - El Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Fuck all the amateur shit, the AM is the whip
I'm from DC but never was a fan of the Skins
Up jamming with sins, never known as a has been
Corleone's the main reason why I'm grabbing the pen
The flow is A grade get bodies, stay paid, pick a place then vacate
They days late, hair's cut waves spin like Beyblades
Put you in your place like Melrose, the reason hell froze
Shoot you in your foot, nigga. What's that? Shell toes
Wish me well folks, got a thing for redbones
We can't smash? Head home, make sure you got Devotion playing in your headphones
Still Learning, make sure you have it, take a note be sure to grab it
Took her back to the crib then she gave me gold in Spanish
Couldn't believe her, I thought she was a diva til I got up in the middle
Eating Plan B like skittles, blowing cess when I'm up and stressed
And I never liked math so I say fuck an ex, don't ask me why
They out of the equation and talk is cheap, my nigga, you should let your bank make statements
Shout out to Big Shaun, not the rapper but my roommate
Who stayed with the new Jays, snapback with the new fade
Houston bred dude, bumping Z-Ro and the Screw Tapes
Had the Bordeaux's, Air Maxes with the blue lace
I miss you homie, I know you killing shit
Remember cooking to Angel Haze's 'Bitches On My Dick?'
Good times, my rhymes are gold lines take it back like old times
Tape dropped in '09, three tapes kicking it at the goal lines
How come you can listen to L's first album
And see and hear where a nigga got his whole style from?
Much love often imitated, never duplicated
So you can't hate it one of the best you can't debate it
Not one to lie so I wrote this on an affidavit
And I stay stoned like Goliath after David
Walking in dens with lions, Daniel at his finest
Noses in our business, that's why they wanna sign us
Your lines be subpar, you won't get much far
I flow and my nuts hang, must hang: sports car
Just a young dude with vision, on a star wishing
Ignore these stupid niggas they just terms and conditions
There ain't another nigga liver, I'ma a one man Ruff Ryder
Thinking they can spit but can't touch son's saliva
And I kill the one-liners, I smash them they scream
And your bitches come mute like bus drivers
Add this to my catalog, kill a beat then carry on
Laughing at these jealous niggas cuz the hate in them is strong
Man I swear that it's deeper than rap
I put my all into this shit, I ain't never turning back