(преобрази текст в более понятной форме): смотри мне надо записать трек, вот мой текст: диссишь меня - я спинню твой блок, типа ебнул еще одного ниггу, он отсосал мой член (myyy dick), есть инфа по ниггерам, подьезжаем, стреляем, он в гробу, типа стреляю по нигге, запачкал его одежду кровью, (да я ебаный дизайнер) катаюсь соло, первым выхожу, поджигаю блант, время курить ниггеров, говорим о банде, я нацелюсь на твою команду, поймал ниггера, 3 выстрела в голову, я не промахнусь. Твой кореш светанулся — через минуту в земле. Ты думал, что мы слабы? Ну ты зря, теперь ты на блоке, и мы курим тебя. Мы курим вас всех, оставляя за собой след, Ты упал на землю, и тебя больше нет. Теперь ты на земле ё*аная тряпка, Я скурю тебя, пацанчик, тут без заморочек кратко. Ты до сих пор куришь? Тебе не жить, пацанчик, выловим тебя и зарежем - это наш планчик вот это все это мой текст, но мне надо полноценный текст для песни, там снизу есть еще несколько текстов, твоя задача взять все эти несколько текстов и из них какие то строки изменить и добавить в мой текст Nigga dumb if he think that I'm bluffin' Like Ricky he runnin', that boy tryna act tough I see TG, I'm catchin' that petey Got chopped in his figi, made that nigga back up Lil' thottie wanna link, she can't see me She fuck with the opps, then that hoe gettin' packed up And I ball like the Mavericks, too official I'm dumpin' in traffic In the streets I be causin' a havoc, like no, I don't play for the lackers I'm a gangster, I'm takin' them risks SevSideK, all that shit to my dick Catch a 2Woo, I'm bendin' in it MatSav and Dummy this shit got a kick, rrah (Dummy) Let's take a trip to the Rey, they ain't outside take a trip to the 8 Like shh, got shot in his face They start sayin' names and that's on the gang Fuck the opps niggas know what I'm on EverythingK but you don't perform Ayo, Benzo, we gon' spin through that block and let 'bout ten go (rrah-rrah) Spinnin' in the future I flock two pistols, boy I might hang out the window He dead, he dead heat Free Banga, free bro that's lefty On that block it was hot, totin' Becky She wanna fuck, but I told her to neck me She sexy, good body In the field, can't go out like Lotti (at all) Lil' opp thot, she tryna line me But I keep a stick, like I'm playin' hockey Like, I'm a geek on the beat, go dumb (Damn) I'm a geek on the beat, go dumb (Yeah) Like, I'm a geek on the beat, go dumb Why the opp niggas chattin' it up? Like the city, I run that shit Brand new choppa got thirty in it Like how I do what I want, that's my shit I called up bro, he down for the hit Nigga dumb if he think that I'm bluffin' Like Ricky he runnin', that boy tryna act tough I see TG, I'm catchin' that petey Got chopped in his figi, made that nigga back up Lil' thottie wanna link, she can't see me She fuck with the opps, then that hoe gettin' packed up And I ball like the Mavericks, too official I'm dumpin' in traffic In the streets I be causin' a havoc, like, no, I don't play for the lackers I'm a gangster, I'm takin' them risks SevSideK, all that shit to my dick Catch a 2Woo, I'm bendin' in it MatSav, Dummy this shit got a kick (Dummy) Let's take a trip to the Rey, they ain't outside take a trip to the eight O-Oh, wait, Dot got me laced His goofy-ass shot himself in the face (Grrah-grrah) I'm a demon, I don't come to play One false move, he get sent up to Blay (Sent up to Blay) Ayy, yo, Yus, let's spin the 'Rey (Like) Th-They ain't outside so we back to the 8 (Back to the—) A-Aim for his figi, closed case (Grrah-grrah) I told her, "Eat me, " no steak (Like) Free Zay with the K, let it spray (Free Zay) And free Staccs, he'll be home any day (Grrah-grrah) I'm Mr. Boom-Em Brodie gon' hop out the V, get to 'ootin (Don't run) Throw the beam on, we gon' maneuver 'Ooter gon' what? Tryna hop out and boom him (Grrah-grrah) Like, he off the drink, leave him snoozin' Like, he jackin' Woo, we gon' loot him (Loot him) Big FEB, no, we ain't losin' (Slide) Like, two opps done died in a week (In a week) Notti, Edot, they got me zooted (Grrah-grrah) Hold on, bitch, I'm with Sha in the V Face-shot, no I.D so we had to shoot him (Grrah) Like, boy, don't run up on me, think I'm what? (Like, what?) Oh, you thought I was lackin'? Nigga, you stupid (Grrah-grrah) Nazzy, Rippy, Bobby, Diddy We got too many dead niggas, how we go through 'em? (Baow-baow) See Murda B, she gon' eat the whole clip (Suck my dick) Catch Winter, get slapped with the grip (Grrt, boom) 38 special, don't need no assist (What? Boom) If he run then he dyin', you better not trip (Like, OMB-K) Two shots to his body, make him do a flip (Like, OY-K) Smoke Edot, Bobby, JB and Rip (Like, Edot, Bobby, JayRipK) Boy tried to run and ate a hollow tip I can't talk about shh, he swimmin' with a fish (Suck my dick) On the Sev, lil' brodie gon' flick (Grrah-grrah) Like, I was outside with my grip (Grrah-grrah, boom) I was thirteen, had 'em runnin' Rick (Grr-ah) Cha-Chase-Down Gang, chase 'em off the strip (Grrah-grrah, boom) And they tight, I smoke Sha Glizz (Grrah) Every O boomed, you know how I get (Grrah) Talkin' on bro, you get sent to the ditch (Grrah-grrah, boom) Like, suck my dick (Ah) Knocks in my car, but you tellin' me what? I'ma line him, flick on the beam, make him hush (Grrah-grrah) She said, "Scottie2Hottie, " like, what? They know what happened after I got touched (Grrah-grrah) He tried to duck (Shh), watch him pop out the cut He gon' boom him, then leave him in dust (Grrah-grrah) Niggas butt, they ain't on nothin' (Like, what?) Rule number one, I put trust in my gun (Grrah-grrah) Like, I'm a queen, bitch, I do what I want I catch Murda B, I'ma blow a new blunt Like, I'm with Ema, let's go on a hunt (Like) You go that way, I'ma go through the front (Grrah-grrah) Oh, that's Demi and Winter? Don't run (Don't run) I'm a EBS demon, get shot with your gun (Grrah-grrah) Spin through the View, I'm like, "Why he ain't run" Now he the new face of this blunt (Grrah-grrah) Like, backdoor who? Better keep a knock (Shh) E-EBS, everybody shot We them backdoor demons, wipe a nigga snot (Grrah) He got nowhere to go, we get him popped (Grrah-grrah) See, Noah didn't run, beat him out his socks Mr. Chase-Down, beat him 'til his heart stop (Grrah-grrah) They gon' cap for this app, they know my bop (Like, what?) Them niggas see me, they heart drop No legs, like, I'm tryna boom at his top (Grrah-grrah) C Blu, you a dick, you got shot by a cop Like, what happened to Nazzy? That nigga shot (You shot) Like, fuck Bobby, why he ain't flock? 300 DOA-K, I can't wait to see Flock EK, Dougie, I'm smokin' ya pops (Grrah-grrah) Fuck Zay, that nigga died with no chop (Shh) MoveLook, he coulda been in a box Brodie blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back (Grrah) We them demons that's quick to attack If you sit on that block, then we know that's your ass (He dead) Can't forget who got shot in his back Keep dissin' my brothers, better have your strap (Bow) Man down, leave his brains in a cab Catch ya' bitch, she get hit with a jab Spin through the 5th, tryna catch me a Makk Yo Lefty (Lefty), we gon spin through the 8 Cruisin' like, "Where lil' Nesty?" (Nesty) Catch him lackin', do em' like his bestie (His bestie) Brodie wit' me and this shit'll get heavy Three deep like, Ed, Edd & Eddy Thotty wan' rump, tell her she not ready We get jiggy, it get messy Smokin' that boy that got poked in his belly She wan't me to eat it, but I'm tryna beat up the box Shorty decent and leave wit' the top (Grrah-grrah) OY-OG, everybody shot (Grrah-grrah, boom) Yo shh still feel like I ain't beat the twat (Beat up the twat) You should've just gave me the mop (Gave me the mop) Bitch I'm from Courtlandt, don't care bout ya' block (Your block) Call up PJ, we makin' it hot, cruisin' in the V on everybody block Ain't no politickin', we gon' blick 'em (That's a fact) I got .30 on me, I ain't missin' (Missin') Young wild niggas, we came from the trenches (Trenches) Every rider we seen, he got missin' (Grrt, Gang) Yus Gz, you a bitch When you see me you really better up that Smith& (On gang) Spin the Tzz, let it rip I bet Dotty gon' click it, Reemo gon' end up missin' (Gang-gang) That's a thot so I beat up her box, and no, we ain't cuffin' thots I love my niggas, everybody shot Fuck Dougie, we smokin' his pops I don't wanna fuck, just give me the top Grrah, aka Move Look, ya' niggas know the vibes Smokin' all deads, (Grrah, grrah), gang-gang-gang Set Da Trend, you was just on my dick And niggas heard you ran on JayRipk (Rippy) How the fuck you ain't die with your muddy? Spin through the Sev, do em' like he Dummy (Dummy) Die Gz, die 5z, die 8, Blockwork a bitch, niggas made him a plate On my O, every block that, I touch I be great And it's fuck all the cap, we screamin', "Free the Ape" Shoot a movie, this shit gettin' graphic, like Red beam hit his top, do a backflip, aye I be steamin' on the Lotti, won't pass it, like Spin the 4z catch a opp, shit tragic, aye I be smokin' on the niggas that they can't get back Spin both ways, tryna figure where they at Chase Down Gang, nigga, better run fast Woo Woo pack, yeah, I'm smokin' on gas (Grrah-grrah, boom) I'm back and I'm better, just wan't you to listen Why the fuck is all you niggas dissin'? Smokin' on Lotti but Rah Rah hit different Grip her ass while she holdin' the Smith& Me and Top, we like Jordan and Pimpin Get to clickin' while they get to trippin' Still smokin' on boy that was slippin' I'm a Renegade Goon, I don't listen Brodie blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back (Grrah) We them demons that's quick to attack If you sit on that block, then you know that's your ass (You dead) Can't forget who got shot in his back Yo Lefty (Lefty), We gon spin through the 8 Cruisin' like, "Where lil Nesty?" (Nesty) Catch em lackin', do em' like his bestie (Bestie) Brodie wit' me and this shit'll get heavy She wan't me to eat it but I'm tryna beat up the box Shorty decent and leave wit' the top (Grrah-grrah) OY-OGz, everybody shot (Grrah-grrah, boom) Yo shh still feel like I ain't beat the twat (Aah) Ain't no politickin', we gon' blick em' (That's a fact) I got .30 on me, I ain't missin' (Missin') Young mind niggas, we came from the trenches (Trenches) Every rider we see, he got missin' (Grrt, gang) That's a thot so I beat up her box And no, we ain't cuffin' thots I love my niggas, everybody shot Fuck Dougie, we smokin' his pops Set Da Trend, you was just on my dick And niggas heard you ran on JayRipk (Rippy) How the fuck you ain't die with your muddy? Spin through the Sev, do em' like he Dummy (Dummy) Shoot a movie, this shit gettin' graphic, like Red beam hit his top, do a backflip, aye I be steamin' on the Lotti, won't pass it Like, spin the 4z catch a opp, shit tragic (Grrah-grrah, boom) I'm back and I'm better, just wan't you to listen Why the fuck is all you niggas dissin'? Smokin' on Lotti but Rah Rah hit different Grip her ass while she holdin' the Smith& {jay hound} Bro slow down, I think he tired (Ryan, what took you so long?) Masked up on that block, Michael Myers If that bitch even think to get loud, they be quiet (Hol' on, be quiet) I hear them sirens Jack on the back of that block he on timin' Try to blitz through my block, then I'm firin' Them tires is flat, somethin' wrong with that V Like, if he spin through my block, burn them tires Pretty lightskin, tryna admire She in my ear she be movin' in silence Can't be jackin' my shit if you do not put on Lil bro with me give them some work, but he flyin' (Like, word to bro, nigga) (Bro with me give them some work but he—) Boy got shot, he still alive? I don't know, but I'm tryna get high Couple shots to his chest, couple more to his spine I got one question, is you tryna die? Bendin' through blocks got the brother on lock I act retarded, they touch one of mine I got the city my block said I'm killin' them And for all of my brothers I be on some different shit Breakin' her back, worda bro I was drillin' it We kicked it, shawty was sweeter than— (Like, she was—) She was sweeter than cinnamon Can't be losin' my brain, so I had to get rid of it And that boy try to bend through my block on some tough shit Word to my mother, that be the end of him [Verse 2: Jay5ive] Like he tryna push up on bro, I ain't lettin' him Dot' tryna flick out this V like a veteran Tryna flick when I throw, I don't know if you better then Beam on his back but these bullets start gettin' him Bro tryna flick out the G2C Like, it's too much smoke in this gun Bro on my aim tryna tell me to peel off But when I be flickin', I have too much fun I catch Bloodie I'm leavin' him done E, Mel, Notti, runtz Bro tryna flick like he play for the Suns Shit gettin' spooky dressed up like a nun Oh she tryna line me, I think she dumb If she back out her phone, put the beam on her bun Like I was on 9 deuce flockin' for none But I swear like I shoot like I'm flockin' for some Took that on the bunny took shots on the jump Like how many gon' diss nigga I done made run Like I think that's the D's, but don't you move scary When I flick I just hope that my bro is not near me On that block makin' movies, no Tyler Perry If you think that I'm bluffin', just push up and dare me Like I want you to love me don't want you to fear me Now let's bend through the Sev tryna look right for Jerry But I heard that that nigga a snitch C Blu shot, heard he a vic' Dougie got shot, started shakin' his hips Anybody get flocked jackin' Sev to the 5th Let me catch me a Munna, back out my grip Put the beam with his back I just hope he don't trip SD get to barkin' I love when I flick If I see Rippy bitch put the dot on her wig