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Yeah, yeah, yeah
– Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
– Yeah, yeah, yeah
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
– (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Mama, don’t worry, I got my pistol
– Mam, peidiwch â phoeni, mae gen i fy narn
I’m gettin’ my dollars, you birthed a real nigga
– I am gettin’ my dollars, you birthed a real nigga
Told my daddy, “Don’t be sorry, I’m not gon’ blame you”
– Wrth fy nhad, “Peidiwch â bod yn ddrwg, dydw i ddim yn gon’ beio chi”
If it weren’t for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn’t came true
– Pe na bai am frwydr, fy mreuddwydion, ni fyddent yn dod yn wir
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
– Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
– Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Told mama, “Don’t worry, you know you raised a hardbody”
– Wrth mama, “Peidiwch â phoeni, gwyddoch eich bod wedi codi corff caled”
Granny called the other day, said, “Don’t stress ’cause God got you”
– Galwodd Granny y diwrnod o’r blaen, meddai, “Peidiwch â phwysleisio ‘achos cafodd Duw chi”
I’ma chase this paper every day, I ain’t doin’ no stoppin’
– Rwy’n mynd ar drywydd y papur hwn bob dydd, nid wyf yn gwneud’dim stop’
Tryna stuff this cash in my jeans, I’m so 4 Pockets
– Tryna stwff yr arian hwn yn fy jîns, rydw i mor 4 Pocedi
All the times you gave a nigga your last, I can’t forget that
– Yr holl amser y gwnaethoch chi roi nigga eich olaf, ni allaf anghofio hynny
Eviction notice on the door, we was hidin’ from the rent man (Turned the lights off)
– Rhybudd troi ar y drws, roeddem yn cuddio rhag y dyn rhent (Troi’r goleuadau i ffwrdd)
I ain’t never lettin’ nothin’ slide, I was taught to get my lick back
– Nid wyf byth yn gadael i unrhyw beth lithro, cefais fy nysgu i gael fy lick yn ôl
Hit hard, move silent, I ain’t got time for all that chit-chat
– Ystyr geiriau: Hit galed, symud distaw, nid oes gennyf amser ar gyfer yr holl chit-chat
Even though I feel like you wasn’t there, got mad love for my dad
– Er fy mod yn teimlo fel nad oeddech yno, got mad cariad ar gyfer fy nhad
No hard feelings, I ain’t never cry ’bout nothin’ I ain’t have
– Dim teimladau caled, nid wyf byth yn crio ’bout nothin’ nid oes gennyf
Growin’ up inside of poverty, that shit’ll have you mad (Mad)
– Yg mana yg mana yg mad yg mana
Goin’ to school without no new shoes, that shit’ll turn you bad (Bad)
– Mynd i’r ysgol heb esgidiau newydd, bydd y cachu hwnnw’n eich troi chi’n ddrwg (Drwg)
Took security with my mama (My mama)
– Cymryd diogelwch gyda fy mam (My mama)
I know she got her pistol (Her pistol)
– She got her pistol (yr wyf yn gwybod ei pistol)
‘Fore I give a bitch anything (I swear)
– ‘Fore i give a bitch anything (yr wyf yn rhegi)
I’ma take care my sisters (My sisters)
– Fy chwiorydd (my sisters)
We ain’t writin’ no more bad checks (No more bad checks)
– Nid ydym yn ysgrifennu mwy gwiriadau gwael (Dim mwy gwiriadau gwael)
My lil’ boy them know ’bout private jets (PJs)
– My lil ‘ boy them know ’bout jet preifat (PJs)
And my auntie them, they straight now (Okay)
– A fy modrybedd nhw, maen nhw’n syth nawr (Iawn)
It ain’t too much for ’em to worry about, I promise
– Nid yw’n ormod iddyn nhw boeni amdano, rwy’n addo
Mama, don’t worry, I got my pistol
– Mam, peidiwch â phoeni, mae gen i fy narn
I’m gettin’ my dollars, you birthed a real nigga
– I am gettin’ my dollars, you birthed a real nigga
Told my daddy, “Don’t be sorry, I’m not gon’ blame you”
– Wrth fy nhad, “Peidiwch â bod yn ddrwg, dydw i ddim yn gon’ beio chi”
If it weren’t for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn’t came true
– Pe na bai am frwydr, fy mreuddwydion, ni fyddent yn dod yn wir
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
– O, ie, ie, ie
Told mama, “Don’t worry, I’ll be just fine”
– Dywedodd wrth mama, ” Peidiwch â phoeni, byddaf yn iawn”
Angels watch over my shoulder like an umpire
– Mae angylion yn gwylio dros fy ysgwydd fel dyfarnwr
I could get in the octagon with these punchlines
– Gallwn gael yn yr octagon gyda’r punchlines hyn
Like, nigga, I’m the captain and it’s crunch time
– Fel, nigga, yr wyf yn y capten ac mae’n amser wasgfa
Skip the lunch line, gotta eat more than sometime
– Sgipiwch y llinell ginio, gotta bwyta mwy na rhywbryd
I done time, so I think everyone one-time
– Rwy’n gwneud amser, felly yr wyf yn meddwl pawb un-amser
Colorblind to the sunshine, I’d rather moonshine
– I would prefer the sunshine-mae’n well gen i’r lleuad-i would rather moonshine
Told the team, “I don’t care who shine as long as you shine”
– Wrth y tîm, ” nid wyf yn poeni pwy sy’n disgleirio cyn belled â’ch bod yn disgleirio”
Keep a California dumb blonde with a boob job
– Cadwch California ffôl blonde gyda swydd boob
Rather give me a blowjob than get a new job
– Yn hytrach rhoi blowjob i mi na chael swydd newydd
Too high, fuck the shit out her, then we woosah
– Rhy uchel, fuck y cachu allan hi, yna rydym yn woosah
Woo-ha, got you all in check like a swoosh sign
– Woo-ha, got you all in check like a swoosh sign
Told my daddy, “I don’t blame you, neither claim you”
– Wrth fy nhad, ” nid wyf yn eich beio, nac yn eich hawlio”
You was never in the picture, somebody framed you
– Doeddech chi byth yn y llun, fe wnaeth rhywun eich fframio chi
Moms bought my first pistol, brought me to the range too
– Prynodd Moms fy pistol cyntaf, daeth â mi i’r ystod hefyd
Since the day I could walk, I been on the same two
– Ers y diwrnod y gallwn gerdded, rwyf wedi bod ar yr un ddau
Mama, don’t worry (Tunechi), I got my pistol (Lil’ bitch)
– Mama, peidiwch â phoeni (Tunechi), cefais fy pistol (Lil ‘ bitch)
I’m gettin’ my dollars (Yeah, yeah, yeah), you birthed a real nigga (Mula, baby)
– I’m gettin ‘ my dollars (Yeah, yeah, yeah), you birthed a real nigga (Mula, baby)
Told my daddy, “Don’t be sorry, I’m not gon’ blame you”
– Wrth fy nhad, “Peidiwch â bod yn ddrwg, dydw i ddim yn gon’ beio chi”
If it weren’t for struggle (Yeah, yeah, yeah), my dreams, they wouldn’t came true (Mula, baby)
– Pe na bai am frwydr (Ie, ie, ie), fy mreuddwydion, ni fyddent yn dod yn wir (Mula, babi)
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
– Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
– Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
