【Assassin】ralphの歌詞で英語学習

When I roll up green
Red in front of my eyes
White rings
Black conversations pass by
No need for a lighter
Fire from the amp
Smoke fills the air

Stacking YEN
Into Pounds and Dollars
Looking poor, like pajamas
No suits, ‘cause I’m dreaming

No matter how much I achieve, it’s never enough, fool
Hustle, even with my feet on the ground
In the concrete jungle,
if you let your guard down, you’re prey
My will is heavyweight, won’t be swayed

We’re stoners, former punks
Snakes swarm for fame, bring it on
I don’t hide, not even in cardboard
Kept you waiting, bitches

Starting from last place
Taking the number one spot
Pride and determination
Always busy
Flight at 2 AM

Yeah, easily killing it
Flowing as usual
No written statements or contracts
Even if I look rough, I’m a hard worker
I’m a baller like a kayzabro
Area code 045

Gunfingers up
Bitches chatting, aiming for the god of marijuana
Aim for the top
A rampaging, precise rap machine

From 045, literally
A professional shaking the whole country
Call me when you’re tired of playing
The god of Yokohama, with a black belt

Show me your one
Show me your two
Trigger finger, tut tut tut tun
Aiming for the topper top
Aiming for the topper top

Show me your one
Show me your two
Trigger finger, tut tut tut tun
Aiming for the topper top
Aiming for the topper top

Even if loose pants fit
The rap I spit out needs to be tight, right?
That gold-digging bitch
Seems to not notice the chrome chain

Too bad, like the police
In the hidden pocket of my jeans
Trendy people won’t get this in a lifetime
This is tough material, not just a trend

No ice, killing the bias
Polishing my skills instead of flattering others
Like a 925 knife
It’s sharp, but not just for decoration

Even if I get caught, it’s fine
I’m one of a kind and top-class
I guarantee the leap, a wanted man
I told you

Overcoming the impossible, raising a smoke signal and reward
Unwavering aim since back then
No flex man, peeking through the scope
The contents are more valuable than the clothes I wear

This isn’t luck, it’s skill
Still working poor
My son will definitely be a rich kid
With the scent of Yokohama and smoke
Aiming for the top of the top from the streets

Gunfingers up
Bitches chatting, aiming for the god of marijuana
Aim for the top
A rampaging, precise rap machine

From 045, literally
A professional shaking the whole country
Call me when you’re tired of playing
The god of Yokohama, with a black belt

Show me your one
Show me your two
Trigger finger, tut tut tut tun
Aiming for the topper top
Aiming for the topper top

Show me your one
Show me your two
Trigger finger, tut tut tut tun
Aiming for the topper top
Aiming for the topper top