Marine Music

洋楽和訳なら「Marine Music」

2020年05月




歌詞（Lyrics）
[Intro]
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

[Verse 1]
I told her to fly and she scared of the virus, I sent her a private to get here
彼女に飛ぶように行った　彼女はウイルスを恐れていた　私はここを獲得するためにプライベートを彼女に提供した
I made four hundred dollars off of each of these pounds, I ain't trippin', it's gon' be a good year
Solomon drivin' while I got my hands on the chopper, I'm keepin' my eyes in the rearview
I'm from Atlanta where they pay to triple cross niggas, they'll dap you up, then they'll kill you
These niggas fake and I'm real, I don't feel 'em
My niggas takers, ain't worried 'bout 'em stealing
I run with apes and some baby gorillas
I know a few (Shh), I can buy me a nigga
Said I wouldn't change but my change a lil' bigger
Four-carat ring leave a scar if I hit you
Look like a spaceship, got stars in my vehicle
These niggas fake and I don't wanna deal with 'em all

[Chorus]
I'm social distancing
Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
I'm on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon' say that they won the award

[Verse 2]
Slide in the daytime, then come back at night
We gon' make sure that nobody play with us
They make me mad, I'ma turn up
Let's talk about money, I swear I been savin' up
I'm really sick with this shit, got 'em throwin' up
He hit a lick for a brick, now he goin' up
My niggas rapping, you see us, we blowin' up
Hit the bitch for a rack, then ignore her
I'm so sick of these rats and these whores
I might marry my girl and just go away
Eat her out if she rich, got expensive taste
We ain't got rush, told the pilot to fuckin' wait
Ain't no way I can go on no fuckin' date
I don't know her and she don't know me
My lil' boy 'dem turnt up at a young age
You can say that it run in my genes

[Chorus]
I'm social distancing
Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
I'm on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon' say that they won the award
I'm social distancing
Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
I'm on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon' say that they won the award

[Outro]
I'm social distancing
Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
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歌詞（Lyrics）
[Verse 1]
A love letter came through the mail, it said, "I miss you"
I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you
I ain't got nothing against you, we human, we all got issues
But I'm tired of being tired of being tired
That part of me done died
I see it, then I don't, act like I'm blind
I'm confident it won't be one of mine
I know emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time
Ain't got no sympathy for no bitch
I admit that I'm rich and I'm lit
Jumpin' up on stages, I get two hundred an occasion
Bro had really fucked the game up, we made niggas shut they trap down
They see how I made it, I'm the reason they won't rap now
See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down
The biggest OG's salute me, a stylist can't even style me
The robbers probably wanna get me, I'm hoppin' out Lamborghinis
The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it cracking
Some of this still would happen if I never had started rapping
My people them still steady trapping and they still be getting active
I tell 'em to chill, I'm tryna run up these M's
Paid cash and then he post the crib (Nah)
I can't show nobody where my mama live, that's how I 'posed to feel
My niece just asked me were my diamonds real, I said, "Of course"
I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn't have to force
All around the world they know it's me, they hear my voice
And I done it all in a pair of Diors, yeah

[Chorus]
Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt

[Verse 2]
All this revenue coming in, I'll probably never spend
I just bought my BM a Benz, now that's another Benz
I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in
I don't see nobody but me, who I'm gon' lose to?
I can't move around without tools, these niggas loose screws
I can see me taking the lead over the new school
They remember me from selling weed at my old school
Only hit it once and now it's old news
Blew up, who the fuck would knew? Paint my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue
If I get one, you get one too, I really move how bosses move
I never call myself a G.O.A.T., I leave that up to the people
Everybody can't go to the top, I had to leave some people
I'ma be forever scheming, woke up, I thought I was dreaming
Watched my lil' boy play with toys, I just dropped a tear of joy
Some shit that I feel for
I been going crazy with that scoring, call me Baby Harden
They say I'll be great, I guess I'm waiting for it

[Chorus]
Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry
You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault
But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
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歌詞（Lyrics）
[Chorus]
Grandson for president
大統領の孫
Be cool or get your bitch ass trunked, ain't talkin' elephant
I been killin' shit for too long, I'm like a veteran
Wooski got shot, now he takin' medicine, but anyway
GDK, I be in them buildings where them killers stay
Vernon, that's a one way, hop out, sparkin', broad day
Try to run, get caught, that bitch got hit, that ho was in the way
OBlock, we run the city, rest in peace big A

[Verse]
SnitchK, eight Ks, great things, great aim
Fuck fame, she don't even like me, she just like my chain
OTF, she don't even know me, she just know my name
King Von, still in the WIIIC, some shit'll never change
Nigga we is not the same, I'm up in a different lane
All these unsolved murders, who you think they tryna blame
I'm bustin' if you clutchin', give a fuck if you my cousin
Die Y for Young Money, I'm screamin' out who want it, "Boom, boom"
These hoes be bussin', they bussin' like my banger bust
So I don't cuff 'em, I just fuck 'em, rearrange their guts
Lil' boy, I'm sneaky, I'm prolly in your granny bushes
You come outside, they call offside because your ass gon' get rushed
Up in the trenches, we don't play that
He think he safe, but we know where he stay at
Clean the scene with Ajax
Latex, bleach all on my hands, he on that poster
Ask me, "Have I seen that boy?" No, I don't know him
Me and Durk both champions, happy as I ever been
On the stage in Philly with Jeezy, Meek and no milli
The chef up in the kitchen, like, "What the fuck is a Philly?"
I'm like, "I'm tryna kill all the opps, don't think y'all feel me"
Don't wanna play with me, I got ninety shots up in this car
These killers stay with me, I jumped out and hawked that nigga down
Basically, hottest rapper slangin' heat
I could kill you on the beat or kill your ass up in the streets

[Chorus]
Grandson for president
Be cool or get your bitch ass trunked, ain't talkin' elephant
I been killin' shit for too long, I'm like a veteran
Wooski got shot, now he takin' medicine, but anyway
GDK, I be in them buildings where them killers stay
Vernon, that's a one way, hop out, sparkin', broad day
Try to run, get caught, that bitch got hit, that ho was in the way
O'Block, we run the city, rest in peace big A
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歌詞（Lyrics）
[Intro: Beyoncé]
Queen B, want no smoke with me (Okay)
女王B　私と一緒にタバコを吸うのは嫌だ
Been turnt, this motherfucker up eight hundred degree (Yeah)
My whole team eat, chef's kiss, she's a treat (Mwah)
Ooh, she so bougie, bougie, bon appétit

[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage (Yeah), attitude nasty (Yeah, ah)
Talk big shit, but my bank account match it (Ooh)
Hood, but I'm classy, rich, but I'm ratchet (Oh, ah)
Haters kept my name in they mouth, now they gaggin' (Ah, ah)
Bougie, he say, "The way that thang move, it's a movie" (Ooh-oh)
I told that boy, "We gotta keep it low, leave me the room key" (Ooh-oh)
I done bled the block and now it's hot, bitch, I'm Tunechi (Ooh-oh)
A mood and I'm moody, ah

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion & Beyoncé]
I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Hey, hey, nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah, woah, what's happening?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah, okay)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Bitch)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ooh-oh)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ooh-oh)

[Verse 2: Beyoncé]
Hips tick tock when I dance (Dance)
On that Demon Time, she might start an OnlyFans (OnlyFans)
Big B and that B stand for bands
If you wanna see some real ass, baby, here's your chance
I say, left cheek, right cheek, drop it low, then swang (Swang)
Texas up in this thang, put you up on this game (Game)
IVY PARK on my frame (Frame), gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang)
If you don't jump to put jeans on, baby, you don't feel my pain (Oh, look)
Please don't get me hype (I'm hype), write my name in ice (Ice, ice, ice)
Can't argue with these lazy bitches, I just raise my price
I'm a boss, I'm a leader, I pull up in my two-seater
And my mama was a savage, nigga, got this shit from Tina

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Ratchet, yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Okay)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh, okay)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)

[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
Like Beyoncé, like me (Like me)
He want a bitch like the Stallion with the knees (With the knees)
He be like, "Damn, how that thang movin' in them jeans?" (Yeah, yeah, them jeans)
Ayy, even D4L couldn't do it like me, like me
Ooh, ah, ooh
But I got this body ready just for you
Girl, I hope he don't catch me messin' 'round with you
Talkin' to myself in the mirror like, "Bitch, you my boo"
I'm the shit, ooh
I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (Keep it real, ooh)
Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy
I'm still that bitch, yuh (Ah)

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yuh (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ooh, ooh, ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)

[Verse 4: Beyoncé & Megan Thee Stallion]
I heard they askin' for the Queen, they brought some cameras in here
I'm a bad bitch, she's a savage, no comparison here
I'ma flip my hair and look back while I twerk in the mirror
All this money in the room, think some scammers in here
I'm comin' straight up out that Third, I whip the whip like I stirred it (Stirred)
Woodgrain, we swervin', keepin' his mind all on these curves (Uh)
Coupe fly like a bird (Bird), cold on 'em like, "Brrr" (Icy)
Always keep my words, no, I don't do crosswords
Stallion when I ride, he like them hot girls with them hips, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)
I hopped that shit, the way I hopped out and slid, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)
I pop my shit, now watch me pop up again, ah (Woah)
I mop the floor, now watch me sweep up these Ms, 'cause I— (Ah)

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both]
I'm a savage, yeah (Savage, okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's happening?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ahh, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay, I'm a savage)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay, bitch)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Yeah, yeah, nasty)
Acting stupid (Woah), what's happening? (What's happening?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, what's happening?)

[Outro: Beyoncé]
I'm a savage
It's the Stallion and the B
H-Town, goin' down
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歌詞（Lyrics）
[Intro: Drake]
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi’erre)
Ayy

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy
Niggas ain't gotta respect
やつらは尊敬しようとしない
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil' X
If you don’t say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake & Playboi Carti]
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
Shit wasn't goin' as planned
I put that shit in the van
She gotta move with her friend
Heard she went back to her man
Give a fuck, ayy
I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did
When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way, it's goin' in
Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways, breakin’ tens
Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I’m makin' friends
I just got a mansion out in Turks and it’s a beachfront (Okay)
If she's bringin' four friends, I know I'll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Got ’em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up
Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)
Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)
But I beef a rapper 'cause I'm never with the sweet stuff
Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy (Beep, beep, beep)
Niggas ain't gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept ('Cept)
I put that top left (Ayy)
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil' X (Beep)
If you don't say it direct (Beep)
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons (Racks in my jeans, okay)
Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah (Okay)
Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (My racks, yeah)
Every time I'm home, you know I whip the Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah (Just threw these pills, uh)
Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked (Shawty just pulled up)
But I only want top, yeah, for sure (Only want top)
And I know I'm on top, but I want more (Okay)
Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)
Now every day I rock Christian Dior (Okay, Yohji)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)
I spent a hundred K last night in New York (Yeah, yeah)
I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored (Okay, okay, yeah)
That Lam' truck got numbers on the board (Okay, get it)
Yeah, she keep textin' my phone, I'ma ignore (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy (Yeah)
Niggas ain't gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil' X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck (Okay), ayy, yeah, yeah
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