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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Nas]Got Yourself a Gun |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
(sample singing) "Woke up this mornin', you got yourself a gun, ¿À´Ã ¾ÆÄ§¿¡ ÀϾ, ³Í ÃÑÀ» ì±âÁö you got yourself a gun.." ³Í ÃÑÀ» ì±âÁö [Chorus] Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines Yo ³ Àûµé µÚ¿¡ ¼û¾î¼ ÀÌ ½Ã´ë¸¦ »ì°í ÀÖ¾î so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun") ³ª¿¡°Õ ÀÖ¾î, ³Êµµ (ÃÑÀÌ ÀÖ±æ ¹Ù¶õ´Ù) You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun" ) Àú±â¿¡¼ ¿Ô±º, ³Êµµ (ÃÑÀÌ ÀÖ±æ ¹Ù¶õ´Ù) you want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun") ½Î¿ì°í ½Í³Ä ³×°¡ (ÃÑÀÌ ÀÖ±æ ¹Ù¶õ´Ù) And when I see you I'ma take what I want ³ª ³Î º¸ÀÚ¸¶ÀÚ ³»°¡ ¿øÇÏ´Â °É ´Ù »¯¾î°¥°Å¾ß so you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun") ±×·¡ À߳ôÇÏ°í ½Í³Ä ³×°¡ (ÃÑÀÌ ÀÖ±æ ¹Ù¶õ´Ù) You ain't real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun") ³Í º°·Î¾ß ´Ï°¡ (ÃÑÀÌ ÀÖ±æ ¹Ù¶õ´Ù) [Verse 1] My first album had no famous guest appearances ³» ù ¾Ù¹üÀº ±×´ÙÁö À¯¸íÇÑ °Ô½ºÆ®°¡ ¾ø¾úÁö¸¸ the outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist ±× °á°ú·Î, ³ ÃÖ°íÀÇ ·¡ÆÛµé¿¡ µÑ·¯½Î¿´Áö many years on this professional level ÀÌ ÇÁ·Î¶ó´Â ·¹º§¿¡¼ »ì¾Æ¿ÂÁö ¸î³â why would you question who's better? ´©°¡ ´õ ³ªÀº Áö´Â ¿Ö ¹°¾îºÁ? the World is still mine, tattoos real ÀÌ ¼¼°è´Â ³»°Å¾ß, ³» ¹®½Åµµ ±×·¯ÀÝ¾Æ with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap ³» ¹è¿¡´Â 'ÇÏ´À´ÔÀÇ ¾Æµé'À̶ó°í ¾²¿©ÀÖ¾î, ³ ·¦ÀÇ º¸½º you saw me in Belly with thoughts like that ³Í ±×·± »ý°¢À» ÇÏ¸ç ³¯ º§¸®¿¡¼ ºÃÁö to take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie ³¯ ¾ÆÇÁ¸®Ä«¿¡ µ¥·Á°¡·Á°í, ³ ºñ±â¿Í Çß¾î *Biggie - Notorius B.I.G. Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle ³ª¿Í ÅõÆÅÀº ¶È°°Àº ÅõÀïÀ» ÇÏ´ø ±ºÀÎÀ̾úÁö You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel ÀÌ ¾à°ñµé¾Æ Á» ´õ ¶Ù¾î, ³Ê³× ÆÀÀº º°·Î¾ß ¾Ë°í ÀÖÁö the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field ų·¯ÀÇ ºÐ³ë, ÀÌ°Ç ³ªÀÇ Ç²º¼ Çʵå¾ß Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel µå·³Åë µÚ¿¡ ¼û¾î ÆÐ½º¸¦ ÇÏÁö, ¾î±ú º¸È£´ë, Dzº¼º¹ but the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback ÇÏÁö¸¸ QB´Â ÄõÅ͹éÀ» ¶æÇÏ´Â ´Ü¾î°¡ ¾Æ³Ä every word is like a sawed-off blast ³» ¸ðµç ´Ü¾î´Â ½ÏµÏ Àß·ÁÁø Æø¹ß°ú °°¾Æ 'cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse ³Ê³Ù ³Ê¹« ºÎµå·¯¿ö ³ °ËÀº °üÀÌ¾ß that came to haul y'all ass in ³ÊÀÇ ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ ±×´ë·Î Áý¾î³Ö¾îÁÖÁö it's for the hood by the corner store Àú±â ±¸¼®¿¡ ¹ÚÈù °¡°Ô¸¦ À§ÇÑ ³ë·¡ many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war. ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ½ÃµµÇϰí Á×Áö, ÀüÀïÀ» ¿øÇÑ´Ù¸é ³ª½º¿¡°Ô ¿Í [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm the N the A to the S-I-R ³ N, A, ±×¸®°í S-I-R(~´Ô..--)ÀÌ¾ß and If I wasn't I must've been Escobar ¸¸¾à ¾Æ´Ï¾ú´Ù¸é ³ ¿¡½ºÄÚ¹Ù¿´°ÚÁö you know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed ³Êµµ ¾ËÁö ºÎ·¯Áø À̸¦ °íÄ¡°í Hair parted with a barbers preciseness À̹߻çÀÇ Á¤È®ÇÔÀ¸·Î ³ª´²Áø ¸Ó¸®¸¦ °¡Áø ¾ÆÀÌ Bravehearted for life, it's - »îÀ» À§ÇØ ¿ë°¨ÇÏ°Ô µÈ ³ª, À̰Ç- the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player °ñµç Â÷Àϵå(Ȳ±ÝÀÇ ¾ÆÀÌ)ÀÇ ±ÍȯÀ̾ß, ºí·ç½º ¿¬ÁÖÀÚÀÇ ¾Æµé so who are you playa? y'all awaited the true savior ±×·¡ ³Ê³×µéÀº ¹¹¾ß? ¸ðµÎ Áø½ÇÇÑ ±¸¿øÀÚ¸¦ ±â´Ù·ÈÁö puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too ¿´ëÀ½·á¿Í º¸µåÄ«¸¦ ÁøÃ¢ ÆÛ¸¶½ÃÁö Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital ÆÄÇÇ Ãò, Âõ¾î¹ö¸®°í, º´¿ø¿¡¼ ±ú¾î³ª Throw up? never, 'member I do this through righteous steps ÅäÇØ? Àý´ë, ³ ÁÁÀº ÂÊÀ¸·Î¸¸ ÇൿÀ» ÇÑ´Ù°í you Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death ³Ê³× ½ÅÀÚµéÀº ³»°¡ »ç¶óÁø ÁÙ ¾Ë°í, ÇູÇß¾úÁö y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos ±×·¡ ±×·¸°Ô µÇ¶ó Çà¿îÀÌ µû¸£±æ ¹Ù¶õ´Ù call me Gods Son, with my pants low ³¯ ÇÏ´À´ÔÀÇ ¾ÆµéÀ̶ó ºÒ·¯¶ó, ³» ¹ÙÁö´Â ¹þ°ÜÁ®ÀÖ¾î I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo ³ ´À¸®°Ô Á×Áö ¾Ê¾Æ, ÇÇÆ¼ ÆÄºí·Îó·³ ±×µé¿¡°Ô ÇÑ ¹æ ¸ÔÀÌÁö this is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow, reppin' ÀÌ°Ç ³ª½º´ÚÀÇ µ·, ³ª½ºÀÇ Ç÷οì¿Í ÇÔ²² ³ª½ºÄ«(ÀÚµ¿Â÷ °æÁÖ) ¾È¿¡ ÀÖÁö hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection. ±â·ÏÀ» ¼¼¿ì°í, ³¯ ³õÁö ¸¶¶ó, ³» ¸ðµç ¾Ù¹üÀ» °¡Á®ºÁ [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's - the - return of the Prince, the boss ÀÌ°Ç - ¿ÕÀÚ(ÇÁ¸°½º)ÀÇ ±ÍȯÀ̾ß, ³ º¸½º this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft ÀÌ°Ô ÁøÂ¥ ÇϵåÄÚ¾î, Űµå ¶ô°ú ¸²ÇÁ ºñÁîŶÀº ¼ÒÇÁÆ®ÇØ sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss ±â¸§À» ¸¶½Ã°í, °úÀÚ¸¦ Àâ°í, ³ ·¦À» ÇØ(?) stick shift look sick up in that boxed up Porsche ³ ÀÌ Æ÷¸£½¦ ¾È¿¡¼ ¸ÚÀÖ°Ô º¸ÀÌÁö with the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source À§¿¡´Â Àß·ÁÁø ä·Î, ºÎÀÚ¾ÖµéÀº °¡¼ ´Ù »¯¾î they don't know about the blocks I'm on ³»°¡ »ì°í ÀÖ´Â °Å¸®¸¦ ¸ð¸£´Â °Å¾ß and everybody wanna know where the kid live, where he rest at? Ȥ½Ã ¸ðµÎ ¾ÆÀ̰¡ »ì°í, ÀÚ´Â °÷ÀÌ ¾îµòÁö ¾Ë°í ½Í¾î? where he shop at and dress at? ¼îÇÎÇÏ°í ¿Ê ÀÔ´Â °÷µµ? know he got dough, where does he live? µ·ÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë¾Æ, ¾îµð »ç´Â °ÅÁö? is he still in the bridge? ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ´Ù¸® ¾Æ·¡¿¡¼? does he really know how ill that he is? ¾ó¸¶³ª ±× ³à¼®ÀÌ ÀÌ»óÇÑ °ÇÁö ¾Æ³ª? got all of y'all watchin' my moves À̺Á ¸ðµÎ ³» µ¿ÀÛÀ» º¸¶ó°í my watch and my jewels ³ªÀÇ ½Ã°è¿Í ³ªÀÇ º¸¼®µé hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that ³» ÀÚµ¿Â÷¿¡ ¶Ù¾îµé¾î°¡, ÀÎÅͺ並 ±×·¸°Ô ÇÇÇØ It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains ³» º¸¼® »Ó¸¸ÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä, ¹«¾ùÀ̵çÁö, üÀεµ ¸¹ÀÌ Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that ³» Å״Ͻº ½Å¹ßÀ» ºÁ, ³»°¡ ¾ó·ÈÁö Who am I? the back twister, lingerie ripper ³»°¡ ´©±¸³Ä°í? µîÀ» ²¿ÀÌ°Ô Çϰí, ¶õÁ¦¸®¸¦ Âõ°í automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter ´Ù¸®¸¦ ¹ú¸®°í, ´õ »¡¸® »ç¶÷µéÀ» Àâ´Â ÀÚ keepin' it gangsta wit' ya °»½ºÅÍ ³Ê¸¦ µû¶ó°¡ [Chorus] |
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