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name : | DanceD |
subject : | [2pac]Street Fame |
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Turn it up in my head phones ÇìµåÆù ¼Ò¸® Á» Å°¿öºÁ (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame) (´Ï ±Ùó °ÔÅä·Î °¡°í ÀÖ¾î, °Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ) More ´õ Haha, coming to a ghetto near you, ÇÏÇÏ, ´Ï ±Ùó [Verse One] I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me Àú ¹Ùº¸µéÀÌ ³¯ ½î±â Àü¸¸ Çصµ ³ È ¾È ³µ¾ú¾î It's time to sanitize my posse ÀÌÁ¦ ³» ÆÀÀ» ±ú²ýÀÌ ÇÒ ½Ã°£ Look how paranoid these niggas got me À̳ðµéÀÌ ³¯ ¾ó¸¶³ª ºÒ¾ÈÁ¤ÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µé¾ú³ªºÁ Cellular calls are being traced ÈÞ´ëÆù ÅëÈ´Â µµÃ» Áß Since surveillance silently Momma chill Á¶¿ëÇÏ°Ô °¨½Ã ÁßÀÌ´Ï, ¾ö¸¶ ÁøÁ¤ÇØ Thug livin pay the bills And die violently ThugÀÇ »î, ¼¼±ÝÀ» ³»°í Æø·ÂÀûÀÎ Á×À½À» ¸ÂÀÌÇØ Closed caskets Expose bastards I leave em bloody ´ÝÈù °ü, µå·¯³ °³ÀÚ½Ä, ±×µéÀ» ÇÇÅõ¼ºÀÌ·Î ¸¸µé¾î Dolores Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money Dolores Tucker, ´Ï ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÌ ¿ì¸® ÈæÀεéÀÌ µ· ¹ø´Ù´Â ¾ê±â µèÁö ¸øÇÏ°Ô ÇØ Ain't nothin funny cream Got a nigga seein things ¿ì½º¿î °Ç ¾ø¾î, µ· ¶§¹®¿¡ ȯ°¢À» ºÁ Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly ¿Ö, ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ¿ì¸ç ³¯ ¼ö Àֱ⸦ ½Å¿¡°Ô ±âµµÇØ Lethal weapon I'ma savage Still a method to my madness Ä¡¸íÀûÀÎ ¹«±â, ³ª´Â ¾ß¸¸ÀÎ, ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³» ±¤±âÀÇ ÇÑ ¹æ¹ý BLAST niggaz laugh call em care cabbage ³ðµéÀ» ½÷¹ö¸®°í ¿ô¾î, ±×¸®°í °ÆÁ¤ÇÏ´Â °Å¶ó ¸»ÇÏÁö(?) Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound Àо°í ¿ï¾î¶ó, ±×µéÀ» Àç¿ö, ÀÌÁ¦ Áö¿Á¿¡ °¡°ÚÁö Lyrics will leave em spell bound °¡»ç´Â ±×µé¿¡°Ô ÁÖ¹®À» °É¾î Clown now tired of being held down ÀÌÁ¦´Â ¹¿©ÀÖ´Â µ¥ ÁöÄ£ ±¤´ë Cross my heart hope to die Blinded in some pussy Millionaire ³» ½ÉÀåÀ» °É°í Á×´õ¶óµµ, ¿©Àڵ鿡 ´«ÀÌ ¸Õ ¹é¸¸ÀåÀÚ Living care free Sucka free Playa haters miss me °ÆÁ¤ ¾øÀÌ »ì°í, ¹Ùº¸µéµµ ÂѾƹö·Á, Àûµéµµ ³¯ ±×¸®¿öÇØ Hope in hard times never catch me slippin Èûµç ½Ã°£¿¡µµ Èñ¸ÁÀ» °¡Áö¸ç, Àý´ë ½Ç¼öÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin ±Ç·ÂÀÚµéÀº ¿³¸Ô¾î, °Â³×µéÀº ¿Ö ¼Ò¼ö°¡ ³¸®Àΰ¡ ¸ð¸£Áö We ain't having it ¿ì¸° ÂüÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back ÀÌ°É Âõ¾î³õÀ» ½Ã°£, °ÔÅä ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÌ ¹Ý°ÝÇØ Once I hit the mat Niggaz will never get this shit back ³»°¡ ³ªÅ¸³ªÀÚ¸¶ÀÚ, ³ðµéÀº ÀÌ°É »¯±â°í µÇãÁö ¸øÇØ Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Å« ¸ñ¼Ò¸®·Î ¹ñ¾î´ë, ³» ÃÑÀº ³ª¸¦ ´ëÇ¥ÇØ Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame źâÀÌ ºô ¶§±îÁö ½÷´ë, °Å¸®ÀÇ Àα⸦ À§ÇØ µ¹¾Æ¿Ô¾î [Chorus] (One love to my true thugs) (³» ÁøÂ¥ thugµé¿¡°Ô ÇÑ »ç¶û) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame ´Ï ±Ùó °ÔÅä·Î °¡°í ÀÖ¾î, °Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ (bust) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame (½÷´ë) ´Ï ±Ùó °ÔÅä·Î °¡°í ÀÖ¾î, °Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ All out warfare, eye for a eye Àü¸éÀü, ´«¿¡´Â ´« Bustin on my enemies bad boy killing ÀûµéÀ» ½÷´ë, Bad Boy¸¦ Á×ÀÌÁö (Street fame) (°Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ) Straight dissing you °Åħ¾øÀÌ ³Î ¿åÇØ Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch Lil Kim ¿³¸Ô¾î, ÀÌ ¸÷¾µ ³â [Verse Two] Temperatures rises Niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise ¿Âµµ´Â ¿Ã¶ó°¡, ³» º¯ÀåÇÑ °¡»ç¿¡ ´«ÀÌ ¸Õ ³ðµé No time to plot retreats Niggaz shiver and die ÈÄÅ𸦠»ý°¢ÇÒ ½Ã°£ ¾ø¾î, ³ðµéÀº ´ú´ú ¶³´Ù Á×¾î Multiple rounds found laced In his body and face ¼ö¸¹Àº ÃѾËÀÌ ±×ÀÇ ¸ö°ú ¾ó±¼À» µ¤°í ÀÖ¾úÁö Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces ºñ´Ò¿¡ ´ã°Ü, »êÀ¸·Î ¸ðµç ÈçÀûÀ» Áö¿ì°í Criminal tactics the rap game Became so drastic ¹üÁË Àü·«, ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ¾ÆÁÖ ½É°¢ÇØÁ³¾î Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted ÀüÅõÀûÀÎ ¸¶À½, º®À» ¸ðµÎ ¹«³Ê¶ß·È¾î, ±×µéÀÌ °ø°ÝÇßÁö If we bleed then they suffocate Chokin in terror ¿ì¸®°¡ ÇǸ¦ È긮¸é °Â³×µéÀº °øÆ÷¿¡ Áú·Á ¼ûÀÌ ¸·È÷°Ô µÉ°Å¾ß So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors ±×·¯´Ï ¿ì¸° ³ë·ÂÇÏ¸ç °Å¿ï¿¡ ¸ð½ÀÀ» ºñÃçºÁ The prophecy is clear Niggaz lock n load disappear ¿¹¾ð ³»¿ëÀº ¸íÈ®ÇØ, ³ðµéÀº ÃÑÀ» ÀåÀüÇÏ°í »ç¶óÁ® Strategize with no fear Waging war for years µÎ·Á¿ò ¾øÀÌ Àü·«À» Â¥, ¸î³â°£ ²ø¾î¿Â ÀüÀï The crack game wasn't big enough Ready to rush ÄÚÄ«ÀÎ ½ÃÀåµµ ÃæºÐÈ÷ Å©Áö ¾Ê¾ÒÁö, µ¹°ÝÇÒ Áغñ µÆ¾î You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched ÀÌ °³³â »õ³¢µé ´Ù »ìÇØ´çÇÏ°í °ø°Ý´çÇØ I go to jail niggaz screamin FREE ME Speakin freely ³ °¨¿Á¿¡ °¡, ³ðµéÀº Ç®¾î´Þ¶ó ¿ÜÃÄ, ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ¸»Çϸç Conversatin with my comrades Kicking Swahili ³» µ¿·á¿Í ´ëÈÇØ, ½º¿ÍÈú¸® ¾î·Î Indeed nature feel my first seed It gets worse ÀÌ ¼¼»óÀº ³» ù ¾ÆµéÀ» ´À³¢Áö(?), »óȲÀº ½É°¢ÇØÁ® Plans are cursed to be a G On the first to breathe óÀ½À¸·Î ¼ûÀ» ½¯ ¶§ºÎÅÍ °»½ºÅÍ°¡ µÉ ÀúÁÖ¸¦ ¹ÞÀº °èȹ Currency in stacks Artillery in the back ½×¿©ÀÖ´Â µ·, µÚÂÊ¿¡´Â ¹«±â°í Strapped Armies, we camouflaged in all black ¹«ÀåÇÑ Ã¤, ±º´ë, ¿ì¸° °ËÀº ¿ÊÀ¸·Î À§ÀåÇØ When we attack Holla out my set Nigga tighten your jaw °ø°ÝÇÒ ¶§´Â ³ª¸¦ ºÒ·¯ºÁ, ÀÓ¸¶ ÀÌ ²Ë ±ú¹°¾î Givin birth to outlawz (Ha ha) Street fame Outlawz¸¦ ³ºÀº (ÇÏÇÏ) °Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ [Chorus] (Bust nigga bust) Comin to a ghetto near you (½÷¹ö·Á ½÷¹ö·Á) ´Ï ±ÙóÀÇ °ÔÅä·Î °¡°í ÀÖ¾î (hell yeah) Street fame it's true (±×·¸Áö) °Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ, »ç½ÇÀÌ¾ß (Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, Hey Nas ...) (Makaveli the Don¸¸ÀÌ ÀÌ·¸°Ô Ç®¾î³õÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ¾î, À̺Á Nas...) *µÞºÎºÐ¿¡´Â "time to die (Á×À» ½Ã°£À̾ß)"¶ó´Â °¡»ç°¡ ÀÖ¾ú´Âµ¥ »èÁ¦µÇ¾ú´Ù°í Çϳ׿ä. Comin to a ghetto near you With street fame ´Ï ±ÙóÀÇ °ÔÅä·Î °¡°í ÀÖ¾î, °Å¸®ÀÇ Àα⸦ Áû¾îÁö°í [Verse Three] Positive identification Got me rushed to the station ½Å¿ø È®ÀÎ ÀýÂ÷ ¶§¹®¿¡ ³ ¿ªÀ¸·Î ´Þ·Á Stuck in this line up Tryin hard to hide my face ÁÙÀ» ¼± ä ¿È¦´Þ½Ï ¸ø ÇØ, ¾ó±¼À» °¡¸®·Á°í ÇÏÁö They placed the name but can't recall description ±×µéÀº À̸§Àº °¡Áö°í ÀÖÁö¸¸ ¸ð½ÀÀÌ ¾î¶²Áö ±â¾ïÀÌ ¾È ³ª I ain't did shit officer That bitch trippin Promise retaliation ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾È Çß¾î¿ä °æÂû°ü ´Ô, Àú³âÀÌ ÀÌ»óÇÑ °Å¿¡¿ä, º¹¼ö¸¦ ¾à¼ÓÇÏÁö They plan busted No man to be trusted ±×µéÀÇ °èȹÀº µéÅë ³µ¾î, ¹ÏÀ» »ç¶÷ ¾øÀÌ Everything corrupted once man touched it Kamikaze Àΰ£ÀÌ °Çµå¸° °Ç ¸ðµÎ ºÎÆÐÇß¾î, ÀÚÆø ¹Ì¼Ç Hoping that none of the spies find me ½ºÆÄÀ̵éÀÌ ³¯ ãÁö ¸øÇÏ±æ ¹Ù¶ó¸ç That's why we bye bye daily Knowin cops trail me But why cry ±×·¡¼ ¿ì¸° ¸ÅÀÏ ÀÛº°À» ÇØ, °æÂûµéÀÌ ³¯ µû¶ó¿À´Â °Ç ¾ËÁö¸¸, ¿Ö ¿ï¾î Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch ÀÌ ÀáÀç·Â ÀÖ´Â ºÐ¾ß(?)¿¡¼ ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ¿ì¸ç ¶°´Ù´ÏÁö Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside my pants thugÀÇ ÀÚ¼¼¸¦ Àâ°í »Ë³»¸ç, ¹ÙÁö ÁָӴϸ¦ µÚÁý¾îº¸¿© Never underestimate me Playa hate me See me and hide ³¯ °ú¼ÒÆò°¡ÇÏÁö¸¶, ³¯ ¹Ì¿öÇÑ´Ù¸é, º¸ÀÚ¸¶ÀÚ ¼û¾î¶ó Sure as hollow points shatter, enemies die ÃѾËÀÌ Èð¾îÁö´Â °Íó·³ È®½ÇÇÏ°Ô, ÀûµéÀº Á×¾î Spread love dead thugs Gettin buried in riches »ç¶ûÀ» Æ۶߷Á, Á×Àº thugµé, µ· ¼Ó¿¡ ¹¯È÷Áö Take a chance to advance fuck them worrin bitches ¹ßÀüÀÇ ±âȸ¸¦ Àâ¾ÆºÁ, ¿©ÀÚ °ÆÁ¤ µûÀ§ Áý¾îÄ¡°í Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray °¨¿ÁÀº ±âȸ, ½î°í ±âµµÇÏ°í Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day Äܵ¼(?)À» ²¸, ¶Ç´Ù½Ã ÇϷ縦 »ì¾Æ°¥ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ô HEY... Ain't nothin strange I'm 25 dying to change À̺Á... ÀÌ»óÇÒ °ÍÀº ¾øÁö, ³ º¯È°¡ Àý½ÇÇÑ 25¼¼ But still I bang wanting street fame (That's the end of that) ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ °Å¸®ÀÇ Àα⸦ ¿øÇϸç ÃÑÀ» ½÷ (±×°Ô ³¡À̾ß) Thugged out, Makaveli the Don Representin the Outlawz ¿Ïº®ÇÑ thug, Makaveli the Don, Outlawz¸¦ ´ëÇ¥ÇØ (Street fame) (°Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ) One love to my true niggaz ³» ÁøÂ¥¹è±âµé¿¡°Ô ÇÑ »ç¶û (Comin to a ghetto near you) (Street fame) (´Ï ±ÙóÀÇ °ÔÅä·Î °¡°í ÀÖ¾î) (°Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ) Makaveli the Don Killuminati (Comin to a ghetto near you) (Street fame) (´Ï ±ÙóÀÇ °ÔÅä·Î °¡°í ÀÖ¾î) (°Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ) Yo check this out I'ma tell you like this Yo µé¾îºÁ, ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¸»ÇØÁÙ°Ô (Street Fame) (°Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ) If the lifestyle that you living ¸¸¾à ³× »îÀÇ ¹æ½ÄÀÌ Got you taking more fucking shorts Than getting props ÁöÁö¸¦ ¹Þ±âº¸´Ù´Â ¼ÕÇغ¸´Â °Ô ´õ ¸¹´Ù¸é Then that lifestyle need to stop ±× ¹æ½ÄÀº ¹ö·Á¾ßÇØ Best to recognize some Outlaw shit Outlaw¸¦ ¾Ë¾Æº¸±æ Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to Outlaw ¶óÀÌÇÁ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀ» ÅëÇؼ¸¸ To see what this life's supposed to be like ÁøÁ¤ÇÑ »îÀÌ ¹ºÁö ¾Ë ¼ö Àְŵç Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and hitting switches Shit ÀÓ¸¶ ³Ê³×µéÀº µ·À» º¸°Ô µÉ°Å¾ß, ¿¹»Û ³âµé°ú ÇÔ²² Â÷ ½Ãµ¿À» °É¾î, Á¨Àå To me that shit sound delicious ³ªÇÑÅÙ ²Ï³ª Áñ°Å¿î »îÀÎ °Å °°±º Street Fame °Å¸®ÀÇ Àαâ |
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