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Tell ’em Kendrick did it, ayy, who showed you how to run a blitz?
– Ayting-chi, Kendrik buni qildi, ayy, sizga blitsni qanday boshqarishni kim ko’rsatdi?
Tell ’em Kendrick did it, who put the West back in front of shit?
– Ayting-chi, Kendrik buni qildi, kim G’arbni shit oldiga qaytardi?
Tell ’em Kendrick did it, ayy, I’m trippin’ and I’m lovin’ it
– Ayting-chi, Kendrik buni qildi, ayy, men trippinman va men uni sevaman
Tell ’em Kendrick did it, like, wha—
– Ayting-chi, Kendrik buni qildi—
Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?
– Salom, siz hech qachon qo’shma bo’lganmisiz va buni bilasizmi?
Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?
– Siz hech qachon ishsizligingizni o’zgartirishga majbur bo’lganmisiz?
On the dead guys, nigga, I ain’t goin’
– O’lik yigitlar haqida, nigga, men ketmayman
Ayy, on the dead ones
– Ayy, o’liklar haqida
We’ll treat an enemigo like some bread crumbs
– Biz enemigoga non bo’laklari kabi munosabatda bo’lamiz
All of my killers on go, like, who said somethin’?
– Mening barcha qotillarim yo’lda, kim nimadir dedi?
Redrum, all I think about when I see heads come
– Redrum, boshlar kelganini ko’rganimda o’ylayman
Do my dance, hit the chop when I see opps go
– Mening raqs qilish, men opps borib ko’rganda chop urdi
Let ’em claim it, we the ones who really pop, bro
– Keling, buni da’vo qilaylik, biz haqiqatan ham pop, bro
Don’t televise it, we the ones who lettin’ chops blow
– Buni televizor qilmang, biz chopganlar zarba beramiz
Opps know, let ’em piss him off and it’s a flop show
– Opps bilaman, keling, uni xafa qilaylik va bu flop shou
Murder man, singin’ murder music off a murder van
– Qotillik odam, qotillik mikroavtobusidan qo’shiq qotillik musiqasi
Beat the pussy up like I been celibate and I murder sound
– Men turmush qurmagan va men qotillik ovozi kabi mushukni urdim
Who is him? One and only shotta, known as murder man
– U kim? Qotillik odami sifatida tanilgan bitta va yagona shotta
Catch you doin’ dirty, it’s no other way but murder plans
– Sizni iflos qiling, bu qotillik rejalaridan boshqa yo’l emas
I broke her heart and you the type to go and fix it
– Men uning yuragini sindirdim va siz borib tuzatadigan turingiz
Don’t wanna speak if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ticket
– Agar siz chipta yo’q deb gapirmasangiz, gapirishni xohlamang
I’m bougie with it, but I might just let you kiss it
– Men u bilan bougie emasman, lekin men faqat siz uni o’pib ruxsat mumkin
Hit that block with diamonds on me, you could tell ’em Peysoh did it
– Menga olmos bilan o’sha blokni urib qo’ying, Peysoh buni qilganini aytishingiz mumkin
Tell ’em Peysoh did it, ayy, who showed you how to run a blitz?
– Ayting-chi, Peysoh buni qildi, ayy, sizga blitsni qanday boshqarishni kim ko’rsatdi?
Tell ’em Peysoh did it, who put the West back in front of shit?
– Ayting-chi, Peysoh buni qildi, G’arbni kim bok oldiga qo’ydi?
Tell ’em Peysoh did it, ayy, I’m trippin’ and I’m lovin’ it
– Ayting-chi, Peysoh buni qildi, ayy, men trippinman va men uni sevaman
Tell ’em Peysoh did it, like, wha—
– Ayting-chi, Peysoh buni qildi—
Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?
– Salom, siz hech qachon qo’shma bo’lganmisiz va buni bilasizmi?
Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?
– Siz hech qachon ishsizligingizni o’zgartirishga majbur bo’lganmisiz?
On the dead guys, nigga, I ain’t goin’
– O’lik yigitlar haqida, nigga, men ketmayman
Hop out suicide doors, it’s the Hitta, man
– O’z joniga qasd qilish eshiklarini oching, bu Hitta, odam
You don’t wanna see them doors slidin’ on the Caravan
– Siz ularni ko’rishni xohlamaysiz eshiklar karvonda
I know killers who was catchin’ bodies and not one fade
– Men catchinning tanasi bo’lgan qotillarni bilaman va bitta so’nmaydi
I was thirteen up at Avalon, poppin’ chains
– Men Avalonda o’n uch yoshda edim, poppin zanjirlari
Fourteen, ridin’ minibikes with some dead friends
– O’n to’rt, ba’zi o’lik do’stlari bilan ridin’ minibikes
Twenty-one, flag on my head like a Taliban
– Yigirma bir, Tolibon kabi boshimdagi bayroq
Twenty-five, feelin’ like the box, it was full of sand
– Yigirma besh, xuddi qutiga o’xshab, qumga to’la edi
At the cemetery, fuck that, that’s where I could’ve been
– Qabristonda, buni fuck, men bu erda bo’lishim mumkin edi
142nd, I’m connected like I’m Rosecrans
– 142nd, men Rosecrans kabi ulanganman
Kinda shit I seen, try and forget and I will pop a Xan’
– Kinda shit men ko’rgan, harakat va unutish va men bir Xan pop qiladi’
Uppin’ scores, doin’ files, sacrifices like a boxing ring
– Uppin ballari, doin’ fayllari, boks ringi kabi qurbonliklar
Can’t throw in the towel, pistol-packin’ since a child
– Sochiqni tashlab bo’lmaydi, to’pponcha-packin’ boladan beri
Ayy, like it’s Iraq, shooter name Hussein
– Ayy, bu Iroq kabi, shooter nomi Husayn
Ridin’ with the dirty blicky, switchy, make a new flame
– Iflos blicky bilan Ridin’, o’zgarish, yangi olov qilish
She said I been a dog all my life, bae, can you change?
– U men butun umr it bo’lganimni aytdi, BAA, siz o’zgara olasizmi?
True to my religion, Cuban links, more than two chains
– Mening dinimga sodiq, Kuba aloqalari, ikkitadan ortiq zanjir
Tell ’em Hitta did it, ayy, who showed you how to run a blitz?
– Ayting-chi, xitta buni qildi, ayy, sizga blits qanday ishlashni kim ko’rsatdi?
Tell ’em Hitta did it, who put the West back in front of shit?
– Ayting-chi, xitta buni qildi, G’arbni kim bok oldiga qo’ydi?
Tell ’em Hitta did it, ayy, I’m trippin’ and I’m lovin’ it
– Ayting-chi, Hitta buni qildi, ayy, men trippinman va men uni sevaman
It’s gettin’ down to the wire
– U simga tushadi
Get on my Bob the Builder shit, get down with the pliers
– Mening bob Builder shit qiling, qisqich bilan pastga olish
Been comin’ back-to-back hits, how this nigga ain’t tired?
– Orqa-orqa xitlar, bu nigga qanday charchamaydi?
I’m with some rockstar bitches, they want Lizzie McGuire
– Men ba’zi rockstar bitches bilan emasman, ular Lizzie McGuire istayman
I’m switchin’ gears, I pop the clutch, I’ll send a nigga up
– Men kommutator vitesiman, debriyajni ochaman, men nigga yuboraman
A risk-taker, I’ll call you niggas’ bluff
– Tavakkal qiluvchi, men sizni niggas bluff deb atayman
If they hangin’ out for real, we come deduct, tuckin’ tails, they out of luck
– Agar ular haqiqatan ham osilgan bo’lsa, biz chegirib tashlaymiz, dumlarni tortamiz, ular omaddan
When it’s wartime, they hidin’ in the cut
– Urush paytida, ular kesilgan joyda yashiringan
Y’all had y’all chance, y’all couldn’t do it
– Y’allda imkoniyat bor edi, Y’All buni qila olmadi
I swear I’m comin’ worse than y’all baby moms, I’m puttin’ niggas through it
– Qasam ichamanki, men chaqaloq onalaridan ham battarroq bo’laman, men bu orqali zanjilarni qo’yaman
They hate to see me doin’ it
– Ular meni buni ko’rishni nafratlanaman
Meal ticket, I’m pursuin’ it
– Ovqat chiptasi, men buni bajaraman
I’m in the field for real, UCLA Bruins
– Men Real uchun maydondaman, UCLA Bruins
They askin’ how I do it, how a young nigga so fluent
– Ular askin ‘ men buni qanday, qanday qilib, bir yosh nigga shunday ravon
I kept my mouth closed and I ain’t never leave no witness
– Men og’zimni yopdim va hech qachon guvoh qoldirmayman
D.O.A. up on the scene, tell ’em YoungThreat did it, nigga
– D. O. A. sahnada, YoungThreat buni qilganini ayting, nigga
