100 чёрных гробов (перевод VeeWai)
[Intro:]
[Вступление:]
Ooh, now you are one lucky nigger,
У-у-у, да ты везунчик, черномазый,
You gotta listen to your boss, white boy.
Ты должен слушаться своего босса, снежок.
Oh, I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with you,
О, прогуляемся с тобой под луной,
You wanna hold my hand?
Хочешь взять меня за руку?
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
[Припев:]
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men,
Мне нужна сотня чёрных гробов для сотни плохих парней,
A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in,
Ещё сотня могил в чёрной земле, чтобы зарыть их туда,
I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
Мне нужна сотня чёрных священников, которые прочтут чёрную проповедь
From a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hell.
Из сотни чёрных Библий, пока злодеи направляются прямиком в ад.
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins, (Oh, Lord!)
Мне нужна сотня чёрных гробов, чёрных гробов, чёрных гробов (Боже!)
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins. (Oh, Lord!)
Мне нужна сотня чёрных гробов, чёрных гробов, чёрных гробов (Боже!)
Black coffins! (I need a hundred...)
Чёрных гробов! (Мне нужна сотня...)
[Verse 1:]
[Куплет 1:]
I seen a hundred niggas die,
Я видел смерть сотни ниггеров,
I put that on my life, Lord, I wouldn't tell a lie,
Жизнью клянусь, Господь, я же не буду лгать,
Unless it had to do with mine in the middle of the night
Если, конечно, не придётся спасаться от душегубов
Killers coming for you life, all you wanna do is shine?
Глубокой ночью; и ты всё ещё хочешь только сиять?
I broke off the chains, only the realest remain,
Я разорвал свои цепи, выжили лишь самые стойкие,
I see you praying to Jesus, but will that help ease the pain?
Вижу, ты молишься Иисусу, и как, неужели станет легче?
Seen a brother get slain for a jar full of change,
Я видел, как братишку порешили за кружку мелочи,
Yet I post on the block, look like I'm Big Daddy Kane.
Но я всё ещё на районе, я, как Биг Дэдди Кейн. (1)
Is you a cat or a mouse? Keep them rats out the house,
Ты кот или мышь? Главное, не якшайся с крысами,
A lotta scars on my back, get tattoes all around,
Моя спина покрыта шрамами, вокруг них татуировки,
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins,
Сотня мёртвых шл**, сотня чёрных гробов,
Money on his head, bitch, I'm trying to make a fortune.
Деньги занимают его мысли, с**а, я пытаюсь сколотить состояние.
[Chorus]
[Припев]
[Verse 2:]
[Куплет 2:]
I seen a hundred women burn,
Я видел, как сжигали сотню женщин,
As they stood firm, treat a nigga like a germ.
А если черномазые упорствовали, то с ними обращались, как с дерьмом.
What did she do to deserve? Put me on the farm.
Чем же она заслужила такое? Лучше возьмите меня в рабы.
Pigs' feet in a jar, serve it to me warm;
Свиные ножки в банке – подавайте их тёплыми;
Any questions, they hang ‘em, better pray for Django.
Есть проблемы – вешают негров, вам лучше молиться на Джанго.
Got me working in fields, too many years it gets fatal,
Я гнул спину в поле, где никто не выдерживал долго,
All I want is my woman, such a wonderful mother. (Mama!)
Я лишь хочу вернуть свою женщину, она прекрасная мать. (Мама!)
On the days that it rains her smile bright like a summer,
Даже в самые чёрные дни её улыбка сияла,
Our revenge is the sweetest, bitch, ‘cause I'm coming,
Наша месть будет сладкой, с**а, я уже иду,
Gonna die in my arms for what you did to my mother.
Ты примешь смерть от моих рук за то, что сделал с моей матерью. (Мамочка!)
(My mama!)
Сотня мёртвых шл**, (Боже!) сотня чёрных гробов, (За что?)
Hundred dead bitches, (Lord!) hundred black coffins, (Why?)
Дробовик двенадцатого калибра, грудь изрешечена пулями (Ба-бах!)
12 gauge shotgun, chest full of carbon (Boom-boom).
[Припев 100 black coffins (translated VeeWai)
[Intro:]
[Intro:]
Ooh, now you are one lucky nigger,
Oo-oo-oo, but you're lucky, nigger,
You gotta listen to your boss, white boy.
You have to listen to his boss, the snow.
Oh, I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with you,
Oh, we walk with you in the moonlight,
You wanna hold my hand?
Do you want to take me by the hand?
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
[Chorus:]
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men,
I need a hundred black coffins for hundreds of bad guys,
A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in,
More hundreds of graves in a black ground to bury them there,
I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
I need a hundred black priests who read the sermon black
From a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hell.
Of the hundreds of black Bibles until the villains are sent straight to hell.
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins, (Oh, Lord!)
I need a hundred black coffins, coffins black, black coffins (God!)
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins. (Oh, Lord!)
I need a hundred black coffins, coffins black, black coffins (God!)
Black coffins! (I need a hundred ...)
Black coffins! (I need a hundred ...)
[Verse 1:]
[Verse 1:]
I seen a hundred niggas die,
I saw the death of hundreds of niggers,
I put that on my life, Lord, I would not tell a lie,
Life swear, Lord, I'm not going to lie,
Unless it had to do with mine in the middle of the night
Unless, of course, do not have to escape from killers
Killers coming for you life, all you wanna do is shine?
Deep in the night; and you still want to shine only?
I broke off the chains, only the realest remain,
I ripped my chain, survived only the most persistent,
I see you praying to Jesus, but will that help ease the pain?
I see you pray to Jesus, and how, will be easier to do?
Seen a brother get slain for a jar full of change,
I saw a little brother decided to do little things for the cup,
Yet I post on the block, I look like I'm Big Daddy Kane.
But I'm still in the area, I like Big Daddy Kane. (1)
Is you a cat or a mouse? Keep them rats out the house,
Are you a cat or a mouse? Importantly, do not rub shoulders with rats,
A lotta scars on my back, get tattoes all around,
My back is covered with scars, tattoos around them,
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins,
Hundreds of dead SHL ** hundred black coffins
Money on his head, bitch, I'm trying to make a fortune.
Money occupy his thoughts with a **, I'm trying to make a fortune.
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
[Verse 2:]
I seen a hundred women burn,
I have seen hundreds of women were burned,
As they stood firm, treat a nigga like a germ.
And if niggers persisted, then they are treated like shit.
What did she do to deserve? Put me on the farm.
What she deserved it? It is better to take me to the slaves.
Pigs' feet in a jar, serve it to me warm;
Pig's trotters in the bank - they serve warm;
Any questions, they hang 'em, better pray for Django.
There are problems - hung blacks, you better pray to Django.
Got me working in fields, too many years it gets fatal,
I bent back in a field where no one stood for a long time,
All I want is my woman, such a wonderful mother. (Mama!)
I only want to return to his woman, she is a good mother. (Mommy!)
On the days that it rains her smile bright like a summer,
Even in the darkest days of her smile shone,
Our revenge is the sweetest, bitch, 'cause I'm coming,
Our revenge will be sweet, with a **, I'm on my way,
Gonna die in my arms for what you did to my mother.
Will you accept the death of my hands for what he did to my mother. (Mommy!)
(My mama!)
Hundreds of dead SHL ** (Oh!) Hundreds of black coffins (Why?)
Hundred dead bitches, (Lord!) Hundred black coffins, (Why?)
Twelve-gauge shotgun, chest riddled with bullets (bang!)
12 gauge shotgun, chest full of carbon (Boom-boom).
[Chorus | |
