Tar sin tid Lyrics – T Section
Singer: T Section
Title: Tar sin tid
Tålmodighet det tar sin tid
Snakker om gamle ting jeg er forbi
Tålmodighet det tar sin tid
Snakker om gamle ting jeg er forbi
De hørte Grensen trenda så de ville bli med inn
Skulle vært der helt fra starten
Når vi hadde ingenting
Om du skal få hæfla, har no’ godis, bare ring
Hotboxer inni bando helt til røyken gjør meg blind, ah
Tenker på sene netter ute med mon frere
Jeg sverger det skal lønne seg
Jeg vet de følger med
Har en nina gjemt i taket, bare i tilfelle noe skjer
Så vikke pelle praten, hvis det er beef vi er med
Jeg bagger den pakken og flipper, holder hodet lavt
T-town er trakten hva enn du trenger, ja vi har
På den beaten med abz, river en skit, vi lever bra
Mission står og venter, sier ifra når det er klart
Ay, gang sh#t puller opp med full clip
De hater på vår klikk, mens de rider for en b#tch
De kaster noen blikk, men vi lar dem ikke skli
Så kanskje til neste gang, de vet de ikke kan bli
Ey, så vi grinder, grinder for en milli
Alt jeg vil er å fly ut av hooden, do you feel me?
Stacket hver eneste krone, posted with my killis
Stacket hver eneste krone, posted with my killis
Ja vi stacker hver eneste krone
Poster i blokka med noen demoner
f#ck regler, vi holder på koder
Vi gjør vår greie, lar alle de sjofe
Yeah-i-yeah
Tålmodighet det tar sin tid
Snakker om gamle ting jeg er forbi
Tålmodighet det tar sin tid
Snakker om gamle ting jeg er forbi
Big dogs in the house, ha’kke tid til noen katter
De pleide å le, men nå hører jeg ikke en latter
De snakker bare cap, bare ta på den den hatten
Sverger på gud, vi var ute hele natten
Om det er ikke snakk om broli’
Bror vi ser ikke på tiden
Jakken den er stoney, når vi hoppa ut av bilen
Han sa drippen den er clean
Når jeg fakka med den stilen
Gata hadde pris, så jeg pay’a det det ville
Drip, drip, vi var på en beat
Hva vet du om hooden, huh
Hva vet du om the streets
Vist du kan’ke relatere, så det er ikke snakk om pris
Vi høvla opp noe næs, som om det var snakk om cheese
En telefon nå, bando har blitt renset
Askar prøvde ransa, null bevis, det er ingen fengslet
Finner meg no alltid, for jeg pass’ på, leker gjemsel
Nå kjenner jeg folk som tar en kobe over grensen
Vi stacker hver eneste krone
Poster i blokka med noen demoner
f#ck regler, vi holder på koder
Vi gjør vår greie, lar alle de sjofe
Yeah-i-yeah
Tålmodighet det tar sin tid
Snakker om gamle ting jeg er forbi
Tålmodighet det tar sin tid
Snakker om gamle ting jeg er forbi
Tålmodighet det tar sin tid
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Tar sin tid – English Translation
Patience it takes its time
Talking about old things I’m past
Patience it takes its time
Talking about old things I’m past
They heard the border trend so they would join in
Should have been there right from the start
When we had nothing
If you are going to get hollow, No ‘Godis, just call
Hotboxer inside Bando all the way to the smoke makes me blind, ah
Thinking about late nights out with Mon Frere
I swear it should pay off
I know they are included
Has a Nina hidden in the ceiling, just in case something happens
So Weak Pelle Praten, if it’s Beef we’re with
I bags that package and flipper, keep your head low
T-Town is the funnel whatever you need, yes we have
On the beaten with ABZ, River a sh#t, we live well
Mission stands and waits, says when it’s clear
Ay, once sh#t pulls up with full clip
They hate on our click, while they rider for a b#tch
They throw some glances, but we don’t leave them
So maybe next time, they know they can’t be
Ey, so we grind, grind for a milli
All I want is to fly out of Hoode, Do You Feel Me?
Stack every penny, Posted with My Killis
Stack every penny, Posted with My Killis
Yes we stack every penny
Records in block with some demons
f#ck rules, we hold on codes
We do our thing, leave all the spofle
Yeah-i-yeah
Patience it takes its time
Talking about old things I’m past
Patience it takes its time
Talking about old things I’m past
Big Dogs In The House, Ha’kke Time to Some Cats
They used to laugh, but now I don’t hear a laugh
They only speak cap, just take on that hat
Swear on God, we were out all night
Whether it’s not talk about Broli ‘
Brother we don’t look at the time
The jacket it is Stoney, when we jump out of the car
He said the drippen it’s clean
When I fakka with that style
The street had a price, so I pay’a it would
Drip, drip, we were on a beat
What do you know about Hoode, Huh
What do you know about The Streets
Shown you can’ke relate, so it’s not talk of price
We planed up some Næs, as if it were talking about Cheese
A phone now, Bando has been cleaned
Askar tried Ransa, zero evidence, there is no imprisoned
Find me no always, for I pass’ on, toys hide.
Now I know people who take a Kobe over the border
We stack every penny
Records in block with some demons
f#ck rules, we hold on codes
We do our thing, leave all the spofle
Yeah-i-yeah
Patience it takes its time
Talking about old things I’m past
Patience it takes its time
Talking about old things I’m past
Patience it takes its time
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Lyrics T Section – Tar sin tid
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