paroles de chanson Thief Of The Night - ABRZY

Hard to live right, or live so honest
My brothers moving white, you sniff that product
I'm a thief of the night about to pick your pocket
Better hold onto your things, your wrist your wallet like

Go and grab the stash, gotta make a great escape
Cause you really need that cash, save it for them rainy days
Gotta make them major plays, trapping out for eighty days
See my brothers paved the way to go get it any way like

I ain't looking back
Got my foot up on the gas
Got 200 on the hundred dash
Got a pocketful of cash
I ain't never coming last
And we made it out the trap
And we never going back
They be yelling young rude boy
I ain't looking back
Got my foot up on the gas
Got 200 on the dash hundred dash
Got a pocketful of cash
I ain't never coming last
And we made it out the trap
And we never going back
They be yelling young rude boy

I got brother who had his friends really set him up
They was thinking, they could use a little cheddar bruh
They knew about the money when he got the letter bruh
From the bank saying his loan had been all cleared up bruh
So they plant drugs, methamphetamine, etcetera
Right up in his office, called the police and the federal
He was facing federal, this shit ain't on the schedule
Perfect distraction- clean the safe up like a janitor
You can't really level up when people get the better of
Your kindness and they take you down, sort of like a wrestler
And they try to get one up, a contract with the devil bruh
And they don't really give a fuck and they just wish you better luck
And all my brothers in the cut and all their friends competitors
To move through all these waters man you gotta be a predator
So I got my weapons up and it's time to step it up
So tell these motherfuckers when I see them, we gon settle up!

Khostoh dheka amar monta jehoy pathor
Daridrotar khudhay tomra je kator
Dhukeh bhorah tomar der eh jibon coleh
Kinto ami dekhi den cholejai choker jolleh

Go and grab the stash, gotta make a great escape
Cause you really need that cash, save it for them rainy days
Gotta make them major plays, trapping out for eighty days
See my brothers paved the way to go get it any way like

I ain't looking back
Got my foot up on the gas
Got 200 hundred on the dash
Got a pocketful of cash
I ain't never coming last
And we made it out the trap
And we never going back
They be yelling young rude boy

I ain't looking back
Got my foot up on the gas
Got 200 hundred on the dash
Got a pocketful of cash
I ain't never coming last
And we made it out the trap
And we never going back
They be yelling young rude boy

My brother, stuck up in a jam

A lot of sharpshooters a lot of gunners in the land
They just hit a lick now they counting up these bands
They could really give a fuck boy about another man
They just pop another xan, maybe do another dance
It is quite a rugged land, can't be trusting any man
Think they really give a damn, if you from the motherland?
Shit they probably pop and lock and drop and rob your mother man
Like that just be the way of life, if you want to take a right
Path then you pay the price, all the pressure they apply
Tryna find a ray of light, but you gotta stay alive
You can't really waste your life, you just gotta make it right
All my brothers came to fight, for the things they think is right
One night really change your life, stay sharp like a razor knife
Bullet holes may arise and your morales may collide
But they be meaning everything when they just ask to take a slice
Catch the tempo yeah
Catch the tempo
Born in Bangladesh Imma die in a benzo
My dreams manifest when I ride instrumentals
Hates those demons that set up my brother
When I catch them get the llama, I ain't talking about Dali
I used to catch feelings but I wanna catch bodies
Rest in peace Pop Smoke, I say welcome to the party like

I ain't looking back
Got my foot up on the gas
Got 200 hundred on the dash
Got a pocketful of cash
I ain't never coming last
And we made it out the trap
And we never going back
They be yelling young rude boy
I ain't looking back
Got my foot up on the gas
Got 200 hundred on the dash
Got a pocketful of cash
I ain't never coming last
And we made it out the trap
And we never going back
They be yelling young rude boy