Текст, перевод и аккорды “Magic Hour”
- feat. C.L. Smooth [AZ] Yeah... poet, politician, playa when necessary This is AZ, I'm your host for the evening It's Magic Hour... How we gonna do this? [Verse 1, AZ] No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti Bare chest, you bastards, 30 grand on the pinky Respect, finesse movements like your hands in grafitti Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi It's truth holds galore Rolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the door Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more And the sex is phantasm Flow, campaigns 'em Dough, can't change 'em Courts, can't arraign 'em It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught, I came in force, all the bangers is brought Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts, Scorch and stand if you're short So of course, just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Salaam-ulate Millions i'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate Get it right my feelin's is not awake Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state The pressure is on, the blunts is lit My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn, that's it The beats the rap the game is done We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come So, peace to that he's back nigga, one... [C.L. Smooth] Yea, Chairman of the Board, man Black Leader, the Mecca Don El Presidente... Ladies and Gentlemen [Verse 2, C.L. Smooth] All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came Under my umbrella, my flag, my name If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort You can't be serious baby, this is sport Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack Till it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach We can eat lovely, just don't interrupt me And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin' I'ma give you the plug and the Sosa They all love CL, no jail for homey Only gotta tell me one time, Don't fuck me Tony Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right And I don't care what I spend on security It helps me sleep at night See nothing sharp as me You take it in air, you can't compare To the initials engraved in my office chair The boss is here, we deep in the game You can't do it the same You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together Can't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Beretta Smellin' like fresh cut leather Odd color called sarsaparilla The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla Let him see heat forever Taking that seat empowers All you want in this Magic Hour
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