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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Kool G. Rap]My Life(Remix) |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
[G-Wise * vocoder] G. Rap - see you again, baby (my life nigga) G. Rap - ³ªÁß¿¡ ´Ù½Ã º¸ÀÚ, º£À̺ñ (³ªÀÇ »î) [Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder] All of my life, I live Æò»ýµ¿¾È, ³ »ì¾Æ°¡¸é¼ I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu ³Ê¿Í ÇÔ²² Áñ°Ì°Ô º¸³¾°Å¾ß Rock it out baby, knock it out baby Èçµé¾î º£À̺ñ, ³Ñ¾î¶ß·Á º£À̺ñ Won't stop 'til I die for this Á×±â Àü±îÁö ¸ØÃßÁö ¾Ê¾Æ I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee Áø½ÇÇϰԸ¸ ÇÒ°Å¾ß Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Capone] I speak on phones in Kohl's, my shit stay tapped Kohl¿¡¼ Àüȸ¦ °É¾î, ³» ÀüÈ´Â 79³â ÀÌ·¡·Î Like Gregory Hines, wild since seventy-nine ¹®Á¦°¡ ¸¹¾Ò´ø Gregory Hinesó·³ µµÃ»ÀåÄ¡°¡ µÇ¾îÀÖÁö I'm federal time, still an enemy of the state FBIÀÇ Å¸°Ù, ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ±¹°¡ÀÇ Àû They had to beat the murder case back in eighty-eight (tell 'em bout it) 88³â¿£ »ìÀÎ »ç°ÇÀ» ó¸®ÇÏ´À¶ó Áø¶¡À» »°°ÚÁö (±×µé¿¡°Ô ¸»ÇØÁà) Judge Hoffman gave fifteen to Q-God's Judge HoffmanÀº Q-God°ú ¿«¿´°í Started riots in the jungle like the Rodney King charges LA¿¡¼ Rodney King »ç°Ç ¶§Ã³·³ Æøµ¿À» ½ÃÀÛÇß¾î *Rodney King - LA¿¡¼ ¹éÀÎ °æÂûµé¿¡°Ô Áý´Ü±¸Å¸´çÇß´ø ÈæÀÎ. ÈæÀÎ Æøµ¿ÀÇ ¿øÀÎÀÌ µÇ¾úÁÒ. In L.A., what up essa? (whaddup) I spray tre' pounds (yeahhhh) ¾È³ç Ä£±¸? (¾È³ç) ³»°Ô ¸¶¸®È³ª 3ÆÄ¿îµå°¡ ÀÖ¾î (±×·¡) To nueva, I'm loco nigga (loco) ´Ù »õ °ÅÁö, Áö±Ý ¹ÌÃİ¡°í ÀÖ¾î (¹ÌÃÄ) I'm the one that made attempts on the popo bigger ³»°¡ ¹Ù·Î °æÂû¿¡°Ô ´ëµé¾ú´ø ±× ³ðÀÌ¾ß I put crazy work in, (that's right) fuck who criticize my verses º¸ÅëÀÌ ¾Æ´Ñ ½Ç·Â (¸Â´Â ¸»À̾ß) ³» ³ë·¡¸¦ ºñÆÇÇÏ´Â ³ðÀº ´Ù ¿³¸Ô¾î I only rap, cuz the streets is sour ³ ·¦ÇÒ »ÓÀ̾ß, °Å¸®´Â ½Å¹°³ª°Åµç The money is good and I couldn't find sheets for powder µ·ÀÌ¾ß ÁÁÁö, ÀÌ °¡·ç¸¦ Ä¡¿öµÑ Á¾À̸¦ ãÁö ¸øÇß¾î I could get on some bullshit, (on some bullshit) y'all niggaz understand me? ±ÍÂúÀº Àϵµ ÀÏÀ¸Å³ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î (ÀÏÀ¸Å³ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î) ³» ¸» ÀÌÇØÇϰھî? I keep heat like Miami, fry for family (what? fry for family) ¸¶Àֹ̾Ìó·³ ³ °¡Á·µéÀ» À§ÇØ ¿±â¸¦ »Õ¾î (¹¹? °¡Á·À» À§ÇÑ ¿±â) Rubbing tat for infanity, I curse the game ½Ã²ô·¯¿î ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ³»¸ç, °ÔÀÓÀ» ÀúÁÖÇØ Menace to Society like O-Dog and Kane (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) O-Dog¿Í Kane °°Àº »çȸ¾Ç (±×·¡, ±×·¡, ±×·¡, ±×·¡) [Chorus] [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo It's mafia ties, rules, let 'em fuck each other's wives Yo, yo ¸¶ÇÇ¾Æ °ü·ÃÀÎ, ¹ýÄ¢, ¼·ÎÀÇ ¾Æ³»¸¦ °°£ÇØ Niggaz is real stupid and they think like chicks ¸ðµÎµé Á¤¸» ¹Ùº¸°í °èÁý¾ÆÀÌó·³ »ý°¢ÇÏÁö They was dealing with ounce money 'til I bought the bricks ³»°¡ Çѹ¶Ä¡ »ç±â Àü±îÁö ±×µéÀº 1¿Â½º Á¤µµ¸¦ »ì µ·À» ´Ù·ç°í ÀÖ¾úÁö I done walked through the valley of the shadow of death (yeahhhh) Á×À½ÀÇ ±×¸²ÀÚÀÇ °è°îµµ °¡º» ÀûÀÌ ÀÖ´Â ¸öÀ̶ó°í (±×·¡) And smoked cigarettes, constant, step for step (oh yeah) ±×¸®°í ´ã¹è¸¦ Æì, ¸ØÃßÁö ¾Ê°í, ÇѰÉÀ½ ÇѰÉÀ½¾¿ (¿À ¿¹) Island-style, four-bill and mop your neck ¼¶ ½ºÅ¸ÀÏ, °è»ê¼, ´Ï ¸ñÀ» °ø°ÝÇØ I got the bandana, see, it's already a "B" ³»°Õ ½ºÄ«ÇÁ°¡ ÀÖ¾î, ºÁ, ¹ú½á 'B'ÀÝ¾Æ I'm like Santana from American ME ³ ¸¶Ä¡ American MEÀÇ Santana¿Í °°¾Æ They call me D.A.N. - Dead All Nore (D.A.N. - Dead All Noreeeee) ±×µéÀº ³¯ D.A.NÀ̶ó ºÒ·¯ - Á×À½ÀÇ Nore (D.A.N - Á×À½ÀÇ Nore) And I got guns, y'all ain't got nothin for me Ãѵµ ÀÖ¾î, ³Í ³»°Ô ÁÙ°Ô Çϳªµµ ¾øÁö Fuck the popo, cuz niggaz don't leave no prints (prints) °æÂûÀº Áý¾îÃÄ, ³ ¾î¶² ÈçÀûµµ ³²±âÁö ¾Ê¾Æ (¾Ê¾Æ) Niggaz gave me a brick and ain't seen me since (yeahhhh) ´Ù¸¥ À̵éÀº ³»°Ô ´ë¸¶Ãʸ¦ ´øÁ®ÁÖ°í ±×ÈÄ·Ð º»ÀûÀÌ ¾øÁö (±×·¡) Now I'm out the game like Kane and them ÀÌÁ¦ ³ Kaneó·³ °ÔÀÓ ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ³ª¿Í And now niggaz want me, I ain't blamin them ±×·¯¸é ¸ðµÎ ³¯ ¿øÇÏÁö, ±×µéÀ» Å¿ÇÒ°Ç ¾Æ³Ä I got guns that stretch south, macs and tecs out ³²ÂÊÀ¸·Î »¸Àº ÃÑ, ÀåÃÑ, ±×¸®°í ¿©·¯°¡Áö ¹«±â I big'd up, copped the five, fuck a six, what!? (ohhhh oh oh) Å©°Ô ÀÚ¶ó³ª, ±ÇÃÑÀ» ÀâÁö, °í±ÞÂ÷´Â Áý¾îÃÄ, ¹¹!? (¿À ¿À ¿À) [Chorus] [Kool G. Rap] All of my life, uh-huh uh-huh Æò»ýµ¿¾È, uh-huh uh-huh Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons µû¶æÇÑ ¸Ç¼Ç ¹æ¿¡ µé¾î¿Â À̵é, Àß»ý±ä ¸ÓÀú¸®µé°ú º®°ú º®À» ¸Â´ë°í Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh) ¹ÝÂë ¹ß°¡¹þÀº ¿©ÀÚµéÀº À½¾Ç¿¡ ¸ÂÃç ÃãÃç (¾îÇã) Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon ´ë¸®¼® ¹Ù´ÚÀº Å׶󽺱îÁö À̾îÁ®, ´ÞÀ» ¹Ù¶óºÁ Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue ¼ÕÀÌ ÆÄ·¡Áú ¶§±îÁö ¿Âõ¿¡¼ ³î¾Æ Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun (yeahhhh) °í±Þ Ä«Æê, CancunÀÇ ÇÏ¾á ¸ð·¡¸¸ÅÀ̳ª ¹àÀº»öÀÌÁö (±×·¡) Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom ²ÉÀÌ ¸¾²¯ ÇÊ ¼ö ÀÖµµ·Ï õÀå¿¡´Â ÇÞºûÀÌ ºñÃÄ Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes ¿ì¸° ¸ð·¡ ¾ð´ö¿¡¼ »ì¾Æ°¡, ¸ÅȤÀûÀÎ Çâ±â¸¦ Áö´Ñ Äí¹Ù»ê ½Ã°¡ Prison niggaz that ran balloons ºÎÇ®¾î¹ö¸° °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤Èù Ä£±¸µé Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons 1¿ù¿¡¼ 6¿ù±îÁö °¡°Ô¸¦ ´Ý¾Æ³õÁö¸¸ ±×·¡µµ ¾òÀ» °Ç ¾òÁö Fuck women in tanning rooms ¼±ÅÄ ¹æ¿¡ µé¾î°¡ÀÖ´Â ¿©ÀÚ´Â ¿³¸ÔÀ¸¶ó±×·¡ Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do ¸ðµÎ ±ò²ûÇÏ°Ô ´Ùµë¾îÁø ¼ÕÅé, È¥ÀÚ¼ ´ÙÇÏÁö Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit ´Ù½Ã ¹ÖÅ© ÄÚÆ®, ¾Ç¾î°¡Á× º§Æ®, ±×¸®°í ½ÇÅ© ¿Ê If I can't stack a nigga cap get peeled loose ¸¸¾à µ·À» ¹ú ¼ö ¾ø´Ù¸é ¸Ó¸®°¡ Áö²ö°Å¸±°Å¾ß Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice °Å¸®¿¡¼ Á׾ Ä£±¸µé¿¡°Ô Àλç, ¾þÁú·¯Áø ¹°ÀÌÁö So where that Don be? In the calm breeze in the palm trees ±×·¡ ÁøÂ¥´Â ¾îµø³Ä°í? ¾ßÀÚ¼ö¿¡ µå´Â Á¶¿ëÇÑ ¹Ù¶÷¿¡ Bomb G under the armpiece (yeahhhh) G¸¦ ÀÇÀÚ ¾Æ·¡¿¡ ¶³¾î¶ß·Á (±×·¡) Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy Á¶È·Î¿î »î, ÄÚÄ«ÀÎ ³óÀå Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory ¹æÅº Á¶³¢, Èûµé¾ú´ø Çб³ ½ÃÀýÀÇ ¿µ±¤ Washin the jackpot like laundry ¼¼Å¹¹°Ã³·³ ÀèÆÌÀ» ¾Ä¾î Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly (All of my...) ¼ÖÁ÷ÇÑ ¸¾À¸·Î, À̹ø ÇØÀÇ »ç³ªÀ̸¦ ¸Ã¾ÆµÎÁö (³» Æò»ý..) [G-Wise * vocoder - two voices at once] Life, we spend, someone - know someone µ¿¾È, ¿ì¸° ´©±º°¡¿Í, ¸¸³ª°í - ´©±º°¡¸¦ ¾Ë°í We spend, (yeah) we spend... ¿ì¸° ¾²°í (±×·¡) ¿ì¸° ¾²°í... And what about - where you come from (where you come from, where you) ±×¸®°í - ³×°¡ ¶°³ª¿Â °÷Àº ¾î¶§ (³×°¡ ¶°³ª¿Â °÷Àº ¾î¶§, ³×°¡) What about - You will get up on-on... My life, my life, my life ±×¸®°í - ³Í ¿Ã¶ó¿À°Ô µÉ°Å¾ß... ³ªÀÇ »î, ³ªÀÇ »î, ³ªÀÇ »î [Chorus] [Kool G. Rap] What.. uh...uh-huh Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks ¹¹.... uh...uh-huh Yeah, thugó·³, Queens Ä£±¸ |
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