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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [50 Cent]Nobody Likes Me |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
nobody likes me ¾Æ¹«µµ ³¯ ¾È ÁÁ¾ÆÇØ [brand new by fifty cent] (50 CentÀÇ ½ÅÀÛ) nobody likes me but thats ok cuz i dont like ya'll anyway ¾Æ¹«µµ ³¯ ¾È ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏÁö¸¸ ±¦Âú¾Æ, ³ªµµ ³Ê³×µéÀÌ ½È°Åµç and i dont like ya'll anyway ³ªµµ ³Ê³×µéÀÌ ½È°Åµç fuck all ya'll ´Ù ¿³¸Ô¾î [verse] i got my watch talk for me my whip talk for me ³» ½Ã°è°¡ ´ë½Å ¾ê±âÇØÁÖ°í Â÷°¡ ´ë½Å ¾ê±âÇØÁÖ°í my gat talk for me BAH what up homie ÃÑÀÌ ´ë½Å ¾ê±âÇØ, BAH ¹«½¼ ÀÏÀÌ¾ß and bitches who dont know me they wanna blow me ³¯ ¸ð¸£´Â ³âµéÀÌ ³ª¶û ÀÚ°í ½Í¾îÇØ cuz the shit i floss with be sayin it all for me ³»°¡ ÇÏ´Â ÁþÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ´ëÇ¥Çϰŵç i came into rap humble i dont give a fuck now ÀÌ ·¦ ¼¼°è¿¡ µé¾î¿Ô°í ÀÌÁ¨ ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ »ó°ü ¾ÈÇØ ill serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown ´©±¸µç ¸ÚÁö°Ô »ó´ëÇÏÁö, ¾÷Ÿ¿î Áö¹èÀÚÀεíÀÌ The coke price go up Cats just come down ÄÚÄ«ÀÎ °¡°ÝÀÌ ¿Ã¶ó°¡°í »ç¶÷µéÀº ¾²·¯Á® The D's run in my crib I'm nowhere to be found °æÂûµéÀÌ ³» Áý¿¡ µéÀÌ´ÚÃĵµ ³ ãÀ» ¼ö ¾øÁö Niggas who hustle for me They don't even stash cracks ³¯ À§ÇØ ÀÏÇÏ´Â À̵é, ÄÚÄ«Àεµ ¾È ½×¾ÆµÎÁö They keep it on 'em Right there in they ass crack ¾ðÁ¦³ª ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ ¼Ó¿¡ °¡Áö°í ÀÖÀ¸´Ï±î I don't like a nigga I don't pretend to ³ »ç¶÷À» ½È¾îÇØ, ²Ù¹ÌÁöµµ ¾ÊÁö I'll have the paramedics wrappin' ÀÇ»çµéÀÌ ´Ï ¾ó±¼À» ÈùµÎ±³µµÃ³·³ Your fuckin' head like a Hindu ºØ´ë·Î °¨½Î°Ô µÉ°Å¾ß Look I ain't goin' nowhere So get used to me ºÁºÁ ³ ¾Æ¹«µ¥µµ °¡Áö ¾ÊÀ¸´Ï, ´Ï°¡ ÀûÀÀÇØ OG's look at me An' see I'm what they used to be °»½ºÅ͵éÀº ³¯ ÃÄ´Ùº¸°í ³» °ú°Å¸¦ º¸Áö I'm that nigga that sold coke The nigga that sold dope ³ ÄÚÄ«Àΰú ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÆÈ´ø ³à¼® The nigga that shot dice Went broke an' sold soap ÁÖ»çÀ§¸¦ ±¼¸®°í µ· ´Ù ÅзÁ¼ ºñ´© Àå»ç³ª ÇÏ´ø ³ð The thug that pop shit The thug that pop clips ÃÑÀ» ½î°í ³ë·¡¸¦ ÇÏ´ø thug The thug that went from 3 1/2 To a whole brick 3 1/2 ÆÄ¿îµå¸¦ ÆÈ´Ù°¡ ÇÑ ¹¶Ä¡¸¦ ÆÈ°ÔµÈ thug Nigga ain't in his right mind Goin' against me ³»°Ô ´ýºñ´Â °Ç Á¦Á¤½ÅÀ¸·Î ÇÏ´Â°Ô ¾Æ´Ò°Å¾ß My bitches pray at the words That make a blind man see ³» ¿©ÀÚµéÀº Àå´ÔÀÇ ´«¸¶Àú ¶ßÀÌ´Â ÀÌ ´Ü¾îµé¿¡ ±âµµÇÏÁö [chorus] Scream Muurdaaa I don't believe you »ìÀÎÀÚ¶ó ¿ÜÃĺÁ, ¾È ¹ÏÀ»Å×´Ï Muurdaaa Fuck around an leave you »ìÀÎÀÚ, ±×³É ³Î ¶°³ª¹ö·Á Muurdaaa I don't believe you »ìÀÎÀÚ, ³ ³Î ¾È ¹Ï¾î Murda, murda Your life's on the line »ìÀÎÀÚ, »ìÀÎÀÚ, ´Ï »îÀÌ °£´ç°£´çÇØ [chorus] Yall niggas dont Want no parts of me ³Ê³×µéÀº ³»°¡ ´ýºñ±æ ¿øÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß I'm tryin to figure out How yall started me ´Ï³×µéÀÌ ¾î°¼ ³¯ ȳª°Ô ÇÏ´ÂÁö ÀÌÇØÇÏ·Á°í Çϰí ÀÖ¾î You gon' make me Catch you on a late night ³ ´ÊÀº ¹ã¿¡ ³Î ã¾Æ°¥Áöµµ ¸ô¶ó Pop shots with the fifth Then slide off in the sixth ¼úÀ» µé°í ±ÇÃÑÀ» ½î°í ¶°³ª°ÚÁö I'm not a marksman while sparkin' So I spray random ³ »ç°Ý ¼Ø¾¾°¡ ÁÁÁö ¾Ê±â ¶§¹®¿¡, ¸¾´ë·Î ÃѾËÀ» »Ñ·Á Not a pretty nigga But my moms think I'm handsome ¿¹»ÚÁø ¾Ê¾Æµµ, ¾ö¸¶´Â ³»°¡ Àß»ý°å´Ù°í ÇÏÁö I hate to hear he say She say shit À̳ð Àú³ðÀÌ ¾ê±âÇÏ´Â °Å µè±â ½È¾î Unless he say She says She on my dick ¹°·Ð ¾î¶² ¿©ÀÚ°¡ ³ª¶û Àä´Ù´Â ¾ê±ä ±¦ÂúÁö¸¸ It's no coincidence Niggas who fuck wit' me ¿ì¿¬ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß, ³ª¶û ¸Â¯ ¶ß´ø ³ðÀÌ Get shot up (blaw, blaw) I'll do a Cali-style- ÃÑ¿¡ ¸Â´Â°Å (Æã, Æã) ͏®Æ÷´Ï¾Æ ½ºÅ¸ÀÏ·Î ÇØÁÙ°Ô Drive by, an' tear your block up ³ÆøÇÏ°Ô ¿îÀüÀ» ÇØ¼ ´Ï °Å¸®¸¦ Âõ¾î³ö You soft duke You puttin' up a crazy front ³Í ºÎµå·¯¿ö, ±×·±µ¥ ¹ÌÄ£ ô Çϰí ÀÖÁö I stay wit' the mack Them niggas tried to blaze me once ³ ÀåÃÑÀ» ³õÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, Àú³ðµéÀº ³¯ ¾ø¾Ö·Á°í ÇßÁö In the hood they're like "Damn!" "50 really spit it on 'em." µµ½Ã¿¡¼ ±×µéÀº ¸»Çϱæ "Á¨Àå!" "50°¡ ÁøÂ¥ ±×³ðµéÀ» µé¸ÔÀ̰í ÀÖ¾î" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em." "µé¾îºÃ¾î?" "±×·¡ 50°¡ ÁøÂ¥ ±×µéÀ» ¿³¸Ô¿´¾î" Beef, you don't want none So don't start none ½Î¿ò, ³Í ¿øÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀݾÆ, ±×·¯´Ï ½ÃÀÛÇÏÁö¸¶ You just a small playa in this game Play your part, son ³Í ±×³É ÀÌ °ÔÀÓ¿¡¼ ÀÛÀº Ç÷¹À̾î, ´Ï ¸ÃÀº ¹Ù¸¸ ÀßÇØ¶ó [Verse] These cats always Escape reality when they rhyme Àú³ðµéÀº ¾ðÁ¦³ª ¶óÀÓÇÒ¶§ Çö½Ç¿¡¼ ¹þ¾î³ª That's why they write about bricks An' only dealt with dimes ±×·¡¼ ¸¶¾à ¹¶Ä¡¿Í »ç±Í¾ú´ø ¿©ÀÚ ¾ê±â¸¸ ÇÏÁö Leave it to them An' they say they got a fast car ±×°Ç ³»¹ö·ÁµÖ, ±×·±µ¥ ¶Ç ºü¸¥ Â÷¸¦ °¡Á³´Ù°í ÇÏ³× Nascar Truck with a crash bar Nascar(·¹À̽ÌÄ«) ±×¸®°í ¹üÆÛ ´Þ¸° Æ®·° An' TV's in the dash, Pa See them in the five ¶Ç ±× ¾È¿¡ TVµµ ÀÖ´Ù°í Çϳ×, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÁøÂ¥ º¸¸é Wit' stock rims I just laugh, Pa ½Î±¸·Á ŸÀ̾î, ³ ºñ¿ôÁö I catch stunts When I ain't tryin' I ain't lyin' Çã¼¼¸¦ ºÎ¸®´Â±º, ³ Àý´ë °ÅÁþ¸»Àº ¾ÈÇØ I sip Don P 'til I spit up Keep my wrist lit up ÅäÇÒ ¶§±îÁö Don P¸¦ ¸¶½Ã°í ¼Õ¸ñ¿¡ º¸¼®À» °ÉÃÄ Get out of line I'll get you hit up º°³ ÇൿÀ» ÇÏ¸é ³Î °ø°ÝÇÒ°Å¾ß Now if you say my name In your rhymes ±×¸®°í ´Ï ¶óÀÓ¿¡¼ ³» À̸§À» ¸»Çϸé You better watch what you say ¸»Á¶½ÉÇÏ´Â°Ô ÁÁ¾Æ You get carried away ²ø·Á³ª°¥Å״ϱî You could get shot An' carried away ÃÑÀ» ¸Â°í ²ø·Á³ª°¥ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù°í Now here's a list of MC's ÀÚ ´ÙÀ½Àº 8¸¶µð·Î That could kill you in eight bars ³Î Á×ÀÏ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â MCµéÀÇ ¸®½ºÆ®¾ß 50, ummm.... Jay-Z and Nas 50, ummm.... Jay-Z¿Í Nas I'ma say this shit now An'never again Áö±Ý ¸»ÇÏ´Â °Ç µü ÇÑ ¹ø¸¸ ¸»ÇØÁÙ°Å¾ß We ain't buddies We ain't partners ¿ì¸° µ¿·áµµ ÆÄÆ®³Êµµ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß An' we damn sure ain't friends ¶Ç ¿ì¸° ´ç¿¬È÷ Ä£±¸°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß The games you playin' You get killed like that °ÔÀÓÀ» ÇÏ¸é ±×·¸°Ô Á×À» ¼ö ÀÖÁö Actin' like you all hard You ain't built like that ¼¼´Ù´Â µíÀÌ ÇൿÇÏÁö¸¸ »ç½Ç ¾Æ´ÏÀÝ¾Æ See me, when you see me nigga What! What! ³¯ ºÁ, ´Ù½Ã ³¯ º¸°Ô µÉ¶§, ¹¹¾ß! ¹¹¾ß! |
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