Paroles et traduction OG Buda feat. 163ONMYNECK & KrispyLife Kidd - NY

NY

Окей (два-ноль-два-два)
Hey, Kay, nah-nah, c'mon, man
Нихуя не летит, бля
Е (What the uezzy made?)

Малая знает я в отношениях, говорю ей: Не пиши мне (не надо)
Купил се гострайтера и убил его — не пиши мне (ха-ха-ха)
Тут омикрон гуляет, брат, смотри, не дыши мне (ха-а)
Жирная башка, бля, будто ща вши на мне (фу)
Нихуя не зажило, до сих п—, а-а-а (а-а-а, изи, бля)
Бля, до сих пор швы на мне (damn)
Я в своём прайме, сука, ну-ка давай сына мне (ребёнка)
Ща не девятнадцатый, слышь, даун, не спи на мне (пр-ф)
Убил долбоёба сзади (а)
Е, убил долбоёба сзади, похуй его спина мне
Я долларовый миллионер (е), похуй, Игла, мне
Грубый ниоткуда, но она мила мне (мила здесь)

Ну тут несколько вариантов панчей было, вот Ромчик предложил: Мила... здесь
И это пиздец охуенно, но я всё равно оставил Мила мне
Let's get it. Два-ноль-два-ноль, сука. Чё ты хочешь, бля?

Йо, йо, иди нахуй, малой (ха?)
Я тут тебя не ждал (nah), сука это Ляна-flow
Я положу тебя на пол (на пол), будто я реально с гор
Отъебу тебя ногой (йо), only shit what I talk

I'm in this bitch shit talkin' with my russian slime
I told him, "Bring me heat" he done brought me a russian nine
Just spent ten in the mall, I done bust a dime
Brodie tried to get me hipped to the scams, but I dont fuck with chime
I got hoes in Russia and I got 'em in Australia
I charged a way a brick on a tiff and fucked the scallie up
I came in, he was in my noodles, fucked my celly up
I can't work for nobody, I done fucked Debbie up
2021 scat, boy put that Chevy up
Gotta spit on the pussy twicе, it ain't wet enough
I got three cups and two phones and a beepеr
The ho ain't moving fast enough, I gotta leave her
Got into a shoot out in circus and popped a lemur
Gotta execute the last nigga, we got a breather
My new gun, it got speech impediment
I really got the perfect Glock, I think that it's heaven sent

(Hey, Kay, nah-nah, c'mon, man)
Aight, KrispyLife Bitch! (What the uezzy made?)
Sort of a motherfucking K, dumbass

Damn, this lean taste odd as hell
My russian plug he can put bombs in mail
And my homie fell off, I think that his momma fine as hell
My nigga rappin' too slow, I done found a snail
They had my homie locked for murder but I found a bail

The

Окей (два-ноль-два-два)
Hey, Kay, nah-nah, c'mon, man
Нихуя не летит, бля
Е (What the uezzy made?)

The little one knows I'm in a relationship, I tell her: Don't write to me (don't)
I bought a guest writer and killed him — don't write to me (ha ha ha)
Omicron is walking here, brother, look, don't breathe to me (haha)
Fat head, fucking like I have lice on me (ew)
It's not fucking healed, it's still p—, a-a-a (a-a-a, easy, fuck)
Fucking still stitches on me (damn)
I'm in my prime, bitch, come on, give me a son (baby)
Now it's not the nineteenth, hey, down, don't sleep on me (pr-f)
Killed a fucker from behind (a)
Ye, killed the fucker from behind, fuck his back to me
I'm a dollar millionaire (e), fuck it, Needle, I
Rude from nowhere, but she's nice to me (nice here)

Well, there were several options for punches, so Romchik suggested: Mila... here
And it's fucking awesome, but I still left Mila to me.
Let's get it. Two-zero-two-zero, bitch. What the fuck do you want?

Yo, yo, fuck you, kid (huh?)
I wasn't waiting for you here (nah), bitch it's Liana-flow
I'll put you on the floor (on the floor) like I'm really from the mountains
Отъебу тебя ногой (йо), only shit what I talk

I'm in this bitch shit talkin' with my russian slime
I told him, "Bring me heat" he done brought me a russian nine
Just spent ten in the mall, I done bust a dime
Brodie tried to get me hipped to the scams, but I dont fuck with chime
I got hoes in Russia and I got 'em in Australia
I charged a way a brick on a tiff and fucked the scallie up
I came in, he was in my noodles, fucked my celly up
I can't work for nobody, I done fucked Debbie up
2021 scat, boy put that Chevy up
Gotta spit on the pussy twicе, it ain't wet enough
I got three cups and two phones and a beepеr
The ho ain't moving fast enough, I gotta leave her
Got into a shoot out in circus and popped a lemur
Gotta execute the last nigga, we got a breather
My new gun, it got speech impediment
I really got the perfect Glock, I think that it's heaven sent

(Hey, Kay, nah-nah, c'mon, man)
Aight, KrispyLife Bitch! (What the uezzy made?)
Sort of a motherfucking K, dumbass

Damn, this lean taste odd as hell
My russian plug he can put bombs in mail
And my homie fell off, I think that his momma fine as hell
My nigga rappin' too slow, I done found a snail
They had my homie locked for murder but I found a bail