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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [2pac]Ghost |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
[Talking] The only way for me to come back is by Makaveli ³»°¡ µ¹¾Æ¿À´Â À¯ÀÏÇÑ ±æÀº Makaveli¸¦ ÅëÇØ¼¾ß That's me ¹Ù·Î ³ªÁö All these motherfuckers stole from me ³»°Ô¼ »©¾Ñ¾Ò´ø °³Àڽĵé I'm takin' back what's mine ÀÌÁ¦ ³» °Ç µ¹·Á¹Þ°Ú¾î Hahaha You motherfuckers can't stop me ÇÏÇÏÇÏ ³Ê³×µéÀº ³¯ ¸·Áö ¸øÇØ Even if I die I'm gonna be a fuckin' problem ³ Á×´õ¶óµµ ¾öû Å« ¹®Á¦°¡ µÉ°Å¾ß Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Ȥ½Ã À¯·É °°Àº°Å ¹Ï³ª, ÀÌ ÀÚ½Äµé¾Æ? Real live, black... ghosts ÁøÂ¥ Á¸ÀçÇÏ´Â, °ËÀº.. À¯·É Fear me ³¯ µÎ·Á¿öÇØ¶ó [Verse 1] Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me ¸î¸îÀº ³»°¡ ¹ÌÃÆ´Ù°í ±×·¡, ÀÌ °ÌÀïÀÌ °æÂûµéÀº ³¯ ¸·Áö ¸øÇØ Momma tried to raise me, but had too many babies ¾ö¸¶´Â ³¯ Á¦´ë·Î ±â¸£·Á°í ÇßÁö¸¸, ¾Æ±â°¡ ³Ê¹« ¸¹¾ÒÁö Papa was a motherfuckin' joke, used to find dope in his coat ¾Æºü´Â ±×³É ³ó´ã°Å¸®¿¡ ºÒ°úÇß¾î, ÄÚÆ®¿£ ¾ðÁ¦³ª ¸¶¸®È³ª°¡ ÀÖ¾úÁö And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke ³ªº¸°í ´ã¹èÇÇÁö ¸»¶ó°í ÇÒ¶© ¿ô°Ü¼ ¼ûÀÌ ¸·È÷´ÂÁÙ ¾Ë¾Ò¾î Damn, don't get me started Á¨Àå, À̾߱âÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µéÁö¸¶ My momma smoked so goddamn much when she was pregnant ³» ¾ö¸¶°¡ ÀÓ½ÅÇßÀ»¶§ ³Ê¹« ¸¹ÀÌ ´ã¹è¸¦ ÇÉ°Ô Æ²¸²¾ø¾î I'm surprised I ain't retarded ³»°¡ Àú´É¾Æ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó´Â°Ô ³î¶ó¿ï »ÓÀÌ¾ß At night I can't sleep, count deep? ¹ã¿¡´Â ÀáÀ» Àß ¼ö ¾ø¾î, ¼ýÀÚ¸¦ ¼¼¶ó°í? As they pass through the glass of my neighbors, five deep ±íÀÌ ¹¯ÇôÀÖ´ø ±×µéÀÌ, ³» ÀÌ¿ôÁýÀÇ À¯¸®Ã¢À» Áö³ª°¡¸é¼ Starin' at the wall, heard a scream º®À» ÃÄ´Ùº¸´Ï, ºñ¸í¼Ò¸®°¡ µé·ÈÁö Wake up in the morning, see the blood in the hall from the murder scene ¾ÆÄ§¿¡ ÀϾ°í, »ìÀÎÇöÀåÀÌ ÀϾ´ø Ȧ¿¡¼ ÇǸ¦ ¸ñ°ÝÇß¾î Don't cry, just ask why ¿ïÁö´Â ¸¶, ±×³É ÀÌÀ¯¸¸ ¹°¾î And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby ¶Ç ³»°¡ °ÔÅäÀÇ ÀÚÀå°¡¸¦ ºÒ·¯ÁÙ¶§ Á×Áö ¾Êµµ·Ï ÇØºÁ On the corner where the niggas sling they crack Äڳʿ¡¼, ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ÇÇ´Â À̵é And the undercovers jack, those that don't watch they back ¶Ç Àẹ±Ù¹«ÇÏ´Â Çü»çµé, ±×µéÀº µîµÚ¸¦ Á¶½ÉÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ I daydream about the dope world ³ ¸¶¾à ¼¼»ó¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ²ÞÀ» ²ÙÁö Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl ´ë¸¶ÃÊ ¿¬±â¸¦ »Õ°í ±×°ÍµéÀÇ ¸ð¾çÀ» ÁöÄѺÁ My Mossberg goes *boom* once another plug ³» Mossberg´Â Ç÷¯±×°¡ ²ÅÈ÷¸é Æã ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ³» Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs (give it up, nigga) ¸¶¾àÀ» ÈÉÄ¡°í, ´Ù¸¥ ÀÌ¿¡°Ô ÃѾËÀ» ½î°í (ÀÌÁ¦ Æ÷±âÇØ¶ó, ÀÓ¸¶) Don't run out of breath, every step could be death ¹ú½á ¼ûÂ÷ÇÏÁö¸¶, ¸ðµç ¹ß°ÉÀ½ÀÌ Á×À½ÀÏ ¼ö°¡ ÀÖ¾î Til ya blast and be the last nigga left (then I'll be ghost) ´Ï°¡ ÅÍÁ®¼ ³²Àº ¸¶Áö¸· À̰¡ µÉ¼ö ÀÖ¾î (±×·³ ³ À¯·ÉÀÌ µÇ°ÚÁö) [Chorus 2x] Don't cry, just ask why ¿ïÁö´Â ¸¶, ±×³É ÀÌÀ¯¸¸ ¹°¾î And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby ¶Ç ³»°¡ °ÔÅäÀÇ ÀÚÀå°¡¸¦ ºÒ·¯ÁÙ¶§ Á×Áö ¾Êµµ·Ï ÇØºÁ [Verse 2] A seven deuce full of niggas goes by 7¸íÀÇ Ä£±¸µéÀÌ »ç¶óÁ®°¡³× Thought I was trippin' the second time they roll by ±×µéÀÌ ±× ÈÄ¿¡ ´Ù½Ã ¿ÔÀ»¶§ Á¤½ÅÀÌ ³ª°¡´ÂÁÙ ¾Ë¾Ò¾î Recognize the plates, the faces look familiar ¸ñ°ÉÀ̵µ Ä£¼÷Çϰí, ¾ó±¼µµ ¸¹ÀÌ º»µíÇØ But everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill ya ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¸ðµÎµé ±×µéÀº ³Î Á×ÀϰŶó°í Àå´ãÀ» ÇÏÁö Don't murder me, murder me, kill a nigga in his sleep ³¯ Á×ÀÌÁö¸¶, Á×ÀÌÁö¸¶, Àáµç ³à¼®À» Á׿© Let me die as I rest in peace, deep ±×³É ±íÀÌ ¹¯Çô¼, ÆíÈ÷ ½¬°Ô ÇØÁà Back to these niggas in the seven deuce ´Ù½Ã ±× ³à¼®µé¿¡ ´ëÇÑ À̾߱â·Î µ¹¾Æ°¡ÀÚ¸é A Mac 10 out the window, 'bout to let it loose â¹® ¹Û¿¡ ÀåÃÑÀÌ º¸¿´¾î, ¹æ¾Æ¼è¿¡ ¼ÕÀÌ °¡´õ±º What could I do? Run for cover and return fire ³»°¡ ¹» ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ú¾î? µµ¸ÁÃļ ¹Ý°ÝÇßÁö Die motherfucker die, hope your ass fry, don't ask why Á×¾î¶ó °³ÀÚ½Ä¾Æ Á×¾î, ´Ï ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ¿¡ ºÒÀÌ ºÙ¾î¶ó, ÀÌÀ¯¸¦ ¹¯Áö¸¶ But I let off everything I had ÀÖ´Â°Ç ±×³É ´Ù ³¯·Á¹ö·È¾î An empty clip hit the ground as a nigga dash ´©±º°¡ ´Þ·Á¿À´Â µ¿½Ã¿¡ ÅÖºó źâÀº ¶¥¿¡ ¶³¾îÁ³Áö On my ass was the motherfuckin' cops now ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» °æÂûµéÀÌ ³» °ç¿¡ ´Ù°¡¿Ô¾î Barely breathin', trying to keep from gettin' shot down ¼ûµµ Á¦´ë·Î ¸ø ½¬¸é¼, ÃÑ¿¡ ¸ÂÁö ¾ÊÀ¸·Á°í ¾Ö¸¦ ½è¾î *Boo-cow* was the sound, bullet whiz by *Boo-cow*ÇÏ´Â ¼Ò¸®°¡ µé·È°í, ÃѾËÀÌ ½ßÇÏ°í ³¯¾Æ°¡°í Still runnin' like a nigga got nine lives ¾ÆÁ÷µµ 9°³ÀÇ »ý¸íÀ» °¡Áø ÀÌó·³ ´Þ¸®°í Don't know why, but I'm runnin' to my fuckin' block ¿ÖÀÎÁö´Â ¸ô¶ó, ÇÏÁö¸¸ °Å¸®·Î ´Þ·Á°¡°í ÀÖ¾î Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggas and the cops ÃÑÀ» ½ú¾î, ´Ù¸¥ ÀÌ¿Í °æÂûµé·ÎºÎÅÍ µµ¸Á°¡´Â°Ç ÀÌÁ¦ Áö°Ü¿ö Time to be a ghost À¯·ÉÀÌ µÉ ½Ã°£ÀÌ¾ß [Chorus 2x] Don't cry, just ask why ¿ïÁö´Â ¸¶, ±×³É ÀÌÀ¯¸¸ ¹°¾î And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby ¶Ç ³»°¡ °ÔÅäÀÇ ÀÚÀå°¡¸¦ ºÒ·¯ÁÙ¶§ Á×Áö ¾Êµµ·Ï ÇØºÁ Fuck the police, nigga! °æÂûÀº ¿³¸Ô¾î¶ó, ÀÓ¸¶! |
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