More songs by Pxrge Trxxxper
Description
Lyricist: Pxrge Trxxxper
Composer: ineedmorebux
Lyrics and translation
Original
DJ Layda sound, what's the trooper in the box?
Watch me! このままじゃ終われねえリベンジ。
傷すらも勝て回すエンジ ン。 OK OK ギアもう今チェンジ。 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight じゃダメ。
今 one hundred。 過去燃料、痛みかガソリン。
涙流すより常にダメージ。 Wake up してこの仕事。 ビートとできるこの反動。
笑い合う日々の裏に沈黙が侵入。 言葉より先仕上げる新人流入手。
近すぎれば盲 目、遠すぎても空虚。 その中間の地点で俺ら迷ってるまるで迷路。
先月高台七桁、変わってき てるこの流 れは。 涙が出る夜も二回登り詰めた舐め切れる仲間だ。
みんながフレッシュさ聞いとる中、残 酷な世界見ながら。 思いついたこの歌詞を書いて変化になる俺ラッパー。 No night、増えるドーパミン。
後 悔しても on the beat。 問題、後ろ証拠に生み出した才能スキルズ。
こ のままじゃ終われねえリベンジ。 傷すらも勝て回すエンジン。
OK OK ギ アもう今チェンジ。 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight じゃダメ。 今 one hundred。
過去燃 料、痛みかガソリン。 涙流すより常にダメージ。
Wake up してこ の仕事。 ビートとできるこの反動。
世界で言うのはそう 、Give me the one more chance。 いても窓は closed、 無事や無しかね。 俺ゴーストライター要らねえ、今コースコードだけ考え。
エアフ ォースより履き潰した覚悟で上限とか忘れるはず。 Like a カンフー、蹴っ飛ばすバス ケ。 喧嘩で学んだ十年間。
大切なもの を言い忘れた。 余ってる台札あと一枚 UNO。 アマチュアじゃねえ腰からすでにプロ。
Stop playing me。 あいつらの発言まるで毒吐いたリンゴ。
魅力と崩壊の境界線抜かれた 心 臓。 歌詞以外全部白紙で出す履歴書とかテスト。 赤ペン握ってるお前らの血で縛られてる一門。
このままじゃ終われねえリベン ジ。 傷すらも勝て回すエンジン。
OK OK ギアもう今チェンジ。 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight じゃダメ。 今 one hundred。
過去燃料、痛みかガソ リン。 涙流すより常にダメージ。 Wake up してこの仕事。
ビー トとできるこの反 動。
English translation
DJ Layda sound, what's the trooper in the box?
Watch me! My revenge won't end like this.
An engine that can overcome even scratches. OK OK, change gears now. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight is no good.
Now one hundred. Past fuel, pain or gasoline.
It's always more damaging than crying. Wake up and do this work. This reaction that can be made with the beat.
Silence invades behind the scenes of laughter. Get the new style of finishing before words.
If it's too close, it's blind; if it's too far, it's empty. It's like a maze where we're lost somewhere in between.
This trend is changing, reaching seven figures last month. He is a good friend who has made it through two tearful nights.
While everyone is listening to the freshness, while watching the cruel world. I'm a rapper who changes by writing these lyrics that I came up with. No night, increased dopamine.
Even if I regret it, it's on the beat. The problem is the talent and skills that have been created as evidence behind the problem.
Revenge can't end like this. An engine that can overcome even scratches.
OK OK Gear change now. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight is no good. Now one hundred.
Past fuel, pain or gasoline. It's always more damaging than crying.
Wake up work. This reaction that can be made with the beat.
That's what they say in the world, give me the one more chance. Even though I was there, the window was closed, and I was wondering if I was safe or not. I don't need a ghostwriter, I'm just thinking about the course code.
You should be prepared to wear out your shoes more than Air Force and forget about the upper limit. Like a kung fu, kicking basketball. Ten years of learning from fighting.
I forgot to mention something important. One more ticket left: UNO. I'm not an amateur, I'm already a pro from the waist up.
Stop playing me. What they say is like a poisoned apple.
A heart that borders on charm and destruction. Resumes and tests where everything is blank except for the lyrics. A clan bound by your blood, holding a red pen.
Revenge can't end like this. An engine that can overcome even scratches.
OK OK, change gears now. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight is no good. Now one hundred.
Past fuel, pain or gasoline. It's always more damaging than crying. Wake up and do this work.
This reaction occurs with the beat.