Unaccommodating e Young M.A: – Testo e Traduzione in Italiano

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Traduzione in Italiano

[Young M.A & Eminem]
Oh, questo è quello che stiamo facendo? Tutto a posto

[Young M.A]
Oscilla traballante, agitalo, agitalo, spezzalo, spezzalo
Nigga l’abbiamo fatto, lo odiano, lo odiano
Pro, professionale, persistente, sto inseguendo la carta
Odio lamentarmi, odio aspettare, pagherò per pazienza
Ma odio pagare un conto e ho guadagnato un mil senza un grosso affare
Sì, il suo culo falso, m–> Continua su Testitradotti <–


Il Testo della della canzone Di: Unaccommodating – e Young M.A:

[Young M.A & Eminem]
Oh, this what we doin’? Alright

[Young M.A]
Wobble wobble, shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Nigga we made it, they hate it, hate it
Pro, professional, pure persistent, I’m paper chasing
I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I’ll pay for patience
But I hate to pay a bill and I made a mil without a major deal
Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real
Money ain’t a thing, that ain’t a thing for real
It’s the broke lingo (Huh)
And no, ain’t nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo
Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low
I just want some face but this is no facial
Do right and kill er’body, Drake mode (Hello)
Bitch, I’m tryna eat out, take your plate mode (Hello)
Disrespect your life and I’m in gang mode (Grrr)
You can leave this earth, bitch, I’m in rake mode
I’m in cake mode, I’m in brave mode
What up Marshall? I’m a martian, I’m in Wayne mode (Facts)
Neck wet, big drip, I’m in rain mode
Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (Brrr)
Collect pesos, and I’m paid, so?
Self-made goals, when the pain leaves, where does the pain go?
Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes
To the sky is where my brain goes
Same pack, same fiend, sellin’ the same clothes
Pinocchio on my pistol, they got the same nose
Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove
Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed

Game over, Thanos on you H-oes
On my petty shit but I don’t paint toes
Get the plunger ‘cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
Call us liquid plumber, ‘cause even Dre know
Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox, you’re gonna need three spots
A police officer’s at least cuffing me up for [?] and I don’t stop
Please dawg, I need y’all to keep talking shit ‘cause I feed off of it
I am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, I’ma leave carnage
Each thought’ll be so toxic, it’ll block the wind through your oesophagus
Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
And I hit them pads like a boxing gym
Better watch for Slim, get to popping when I’m at the top again
I’m on top and I’m giving it to anyone who wanna come and get it and I’m not gonna stop it
But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is
I cleansed him of his mortal sins, I’m God, I’m the Lord, forgives even the devil worshippers
I’m moving on but you know your screwballs are gone when you’re born with Lucifers’ horns
And you’re from the school of Notorious, Pumba, Cube and [?]
I just teach those two to my students
Showed them all the blueprint and formula
But it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eyeballs, I’m watching my pupils get cornier (Uh)
But I’m contemplating yelling “Bombs away” on the game
Like I’m outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting
Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
Where’s Osama Bin? I been Laden lately
Look at how I’m behaving, they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me (Fuck you), I’m unaccommodating
Man, I don’t see why they hate me, I’m a clown like John Wayne Gacy
They call me Kanye crazy, APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z
And I’m back with Andre, baby, and the doctor’s operating
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop kid out to Shady

Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, and I look to better check why you feel upset
‘Cause I met your bitch out on the internet now I’m getting head like a Pillow Pet
That bimbo Kim put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
Those were the days but I bet you, I’m never gonna be broke again, no
I don’t smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I’m rolling Indo
And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero
Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Nickle-plated, twenty two, two, two
Bitch, shut the fuck up ‘fore I shoot you too
Ain’t shit I won’t do just to get a few Youtube views
Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
‘Cause that’s what I do, do, do
Now, even to the untrained human eye, we ain’t the same, you and I
Somebody should have explained to you why for you to go against me, it’s simply insane, you will die
That’s why they call me Kamikaze, it’s plain suicide, yeah
But I know magic and here go my last trick, I’m ‘bout to say “Abracadabra” and pull a B Rabbit out of my hat
I’m about to relapse and I betcha that you won’t know how to react
With a look of disgust, I don’t doubt it will be that
As I begin to fuckin’ devour the track
And you backpedal back, that’s a cowardly act
Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapse

Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
Where’s Osama Bin? I been Laden lately
Look at how I’m behaving me, they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me (Fuck you), I’m unaccommodating


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