Текст и перевод песни AR刘夫阳 - 十

十

(一，二，三，四，五，六，七，八)

酒 倒在杯裏 盡量保持真實
請他別來對我 hustle 兄弟我不 認識
Hip-hop 的精神食糧 我暴飲暴食
從一數到十 從一數到十
黑夜裏做過的白日夢 全部都被我們變成了現實
腦殘的人們都愛說我酸 校長不會跟他一般見識
Fat boy 但拿起了麥克風 手臂會突然變堅實
從一數到十 我 keep it 一五一十

一是一 二是二
那 Hater 是 hater 而 god 是 god
度假在海南像 馬自達
把牛肉都 炒了 像 納斯達克
別叫我 哈人 我是 哈登
哈根達斯 醬料配花生
I'm a doctor 請叫我華生
我不是大神 我是個大聖
那幫 Rapper 都是我的毛發
Hands up 歌迷五指山把他踩腳下
Click click 那相機 發揮穩定如三腳架
在我刀下面倒下 這是 Southside 的絞架

Front to the back from the back to the front
來自廣東的 real Rap 噓
從東跑到西跑到南跑到北
用手機做 laid back beat (切)
演出門外都排滿隊
像宵夜的打邊爐
我不懂那八面玲瓏
但我懂狙擊 十面埋伏 Aye

張藝謀
仰起頭
Money dough
放進兜
重量 biggie
Biggie biggie
If you don't know
Now you know
滿分是 5
我分數是 十
測謊儀 Rapper
只能說事實
Rap God 被釘在了 十
Rap God 被釘在了 十

酒 倒在杯裏 盡量保持真實
請他別來對我 hustle 兄弟我不 認識
Hip-hop 的精神食糧 我暴飲暴食
從一數到十 從一數到十
黑夜裏做過的白日夢 全部都被我們變成了現實
腦殘的人們都愛說我酸 校長不會跟他一般見識
Fat boy 但拿起了麥克風 手臂會突然變堅實
從一數到十 我 keep it 一五一十

Mic check 1, 2
在後面得接個 3, 4
我們又接了幾個單子
張開翅膀的 彼得潘
房間拿着那筆和盤
吃着 盤中餐
畫戰術的禪師
校長的 Hater
全都是 Pussy
我還得給他們鏟屎
(鏟屎 鏟屎 鏟屎 沒了 貓糧 哥們 Damn)

我們燥的像年三十
看着 新世紀福音戰士
我心理年齡是 80
肉體要 4 年再到 30
做事 三 三 三 三思
打 808 像打官司
計較着餐食
別只舉起手 你得 legs in the air
我們人均 GDP 廣東 Player
奧尼爾般的重量 扇掉拋投 選擇灌籃
楊和蘇約我健身鍛煉
我說 練什麼 練個串串

Flow 柔順地像在 劃船 高熱量的出場
跟我 抬杠 的 hater 會變的 無氧
手臂伸展 燃燒 CPU
APP 記錄 我們 "Keep" it real
Rap God 被釘在了 十
Rap God 被釘在了 十

酒 倒在杯裏 盡量保持真實
請他別來對我 hustle 兄弟我不 認識
Hip-hop 的精神食糧 我暴飲暴食
從一數到十 從一數到十
黑夜裏做過的白日夢 全部都被我們變成了現實
腦殘的人們都愛說我酸 校長不會跟他一般見識
Fat boy 但拿起了麥克風 手臂會突然變堅實
從一數到十 我 keep it 一五一十

Mic check 1，mic check 2 (1, 2)
Count money, that I do
Mic check 1，mic check 2
Count money, that I do
Mic check 1，mic check 2
Count money, that I do
Mic check 1，mic check 2
Count money, that I do

Ten

(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)

Pour the wine in the glass, try to keep it real
Tell him not to hustle me, bro I don't know him
Hip-hop's spiritual food, I'm binge eating
Count from one to ten, count from one to ten
The daydreams we had in the dark have all become reality
The brain-dead people all love to say I'm sour, the principal won't pay attention to them
Fat boy but picked up the mic, the arms suddenly become strong
From one to ten, I keep it one hundred percent

One is one, two is two
That hater is a hater and god is god
Vacation in Hainan like Mazda
Stir-fry all the beef like Nasdaq
Don't call me a Harbin, I'm Harden
Haagen-Dazs sauce with peanuts
I'm a doctor, call me Watson
I'm not a great god, I'm a great sage
Those rappers are all my hair
Hands up, fans five fingers mountain step on him
Click click that camera plays stable as a tripod
Falling under my blade, this is the Southside gallows

Front to the back from the back to the front
Real rap from Guangdong Shh
Run from east to west, south to north
Make a laid back beat with your phone (cut)
The show is full of people outside
Like a late-night hot pot
I don't understand the all-rounder
But I know how to snipe, ten-sided ambush Aye

Zhang Yimou
Look up
Money dough
Put in your pocket
Weight biggie
Biggie biggie
If you don't know
Now you know
Full score is 5
My score is ten
Polygraph rapper
Only tell the truth
Rap God is nailed to ten
Rap God is nailed to ten

Pour the wine in the glass, try to keep it real
Tell him not to hustle me, bro I don't know him
Hip-hop's spiritual food, I'm binge eating
Count from one to ten, count from one to ten
The daydreams we had in the dark have all become reality
The brain-dead people all love to say I'm sour, the principal won't pay attention to them
Fat boy but picked up the mic, the arms suddenly become strong
From one to ten, I keep it one hundred percent

Mic check 1, 2
Followed by 3, 4
We took a few more orders
Peter Pan with open wings
Hold the pen and plate in the room
Eating Chinese food on a plate
Zen master drawing tactics
The principal's hater
All are Pussy
I still have to shovel shit for them
(Shoveling shit, shoveling shit, shoveling shit, no more cat food, bro Damn)

We are as dry as New Year's Eve
Watching Neon Genesis Evangelion
My mental age is 80
My body will be 30 in 4 years
Do things three, three, three, three think
Hit 808 like a lawsuit
Calculating the meal
Don't just raise your hand, you gotta have your legs in the air
We per capita GDP Guangdong Player
Shaquille O'Neal's weight, fan away the jump shot, choose to dunk
Yang and Su asked me to work out
I said, what to practice, practice skewers

Flow as smooth as rowing, high-calorie appearance
The hater who argues with me will become anaerobic
Arms outstretched, burning CPU
APP records, we "Keep" it real
Rap God is nailed to ten
Rap God is nailed to ten

Pour the wine in the glass, try to keep it real
Tell him not to hustle me, bro I don't know him
Hip-hop's spiritual food, I'm binge eating
Count from one to ten, count from one to ten
The daydreams we had in the dark have all become reality
The brain-dead people all love to say I'm sour, the principal won't pay attention to them
Fat boy but picked up the mic, the arms suddenly become strong
From one to ten, I keep it one hundred percent

Mic check 1, mic check 2 (1, 2)
Count money, that I do
Mic check 1, mic check 2
Count money, that I do
Mic check 1, mic check 2
Count money, that I do
Mic check 1, mic check 2
Count money, that I do