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| subject : | [Common]Chi-City |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
[Chorus: repeat 4x] And ya say Chi-City ³Í Chi-City¶ó°í ¿ÜÃÄ (Kanye West) We don't stop, naw, we don't quit (Kanye West) ¿ì¸° ¸ØÃßÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ±×·¡, Æ÷±âÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ [Verse 1] I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga cross me ³ª´Â ¿¹¼öÀÇ ¿Á¤À» ´ã¾Æ ·¦À» ÇØ, »ç¶÷µéÀº ³¯ °Çµå·Á Took it out of space and niggaz thought they lost me Àá½Ã ¹Û¿¡ ³ª°¬´õ´Ï ¸ðµÎµé ³»°¡ ¶°³ ÁÙ ¾Ë´õ±º I'm back like a chiroprac' with b-boy survival rap ÀÌÁ¦ B-Boy ¼¹ÙÀ̹ú ·¦À» ¹è¿î ôÃß Áö¾Ð»çó·³ µ¹¾Æ¿Ô¾î It ain't ninety-fo' yo we can't go back Áö±ÝÀº 94³âÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä, µ¹¾Æ°¥ ¼ø ¾øÁö The game need a makeover °ÔÀÓÀº ÀçÁ¤¸®°¡ ÇÊ¿äÇØ My man retired, I'ma takeover ³» Ä£±¸´Â ÀºÅðÇßÀ¸´Ï, ±× ÀÚ¸± ³»°¡ ¸ÃÁö Tell these halftime niggaz break's over ÇÏÇÁŸÀÓÀ» Áö³½ ³ðµé¿¡°Ô ÈÞ½ÄÀº ³¡ÀÌ¶ó ¸»ÇØµÖ I'm raw, hustlas get your baking soda ³ °ÅÄ¥¾î, ¸¶¾à»óµéÀº º£ÀÌÅ· ¼Ò´Ù¸¦ ÁغñÇØ Too many rape the culture ³Ê¹« ¸¹Àº À̵éÀÌ ÀÌ ¹®È¸¦ °°£ÇØ Leave rappers with careers and they faith over °æ·ÂÀº È·ÁÇÑ ·¡ÆÛµéÀÌ ¹ÏÀ½À» ÀÒ³× It's a war goin' on, you can't fake bein' a soldier ÀüÀïÀÌ ÁøÇà ÁßÀ̾ß, ¿ë»çÀΠô ÇÒ ¼ö´Â ¾øÁö In the basement, listening to tapes of Ultra- ÁöÇϽǿ¡¼, Ultra-MagneticÀÇ Å×ÀÔÀ» Magnetic, to the fact the messiah is black µéÀ¸¸ç, ¸Þ½Ã¾Æ´Â ÈæÀÎÀ̶ó´Â °É ¹ÏÁö I'll turn the TV down, we can take it higher than that TV¸¦ ²¨, ´õ ³ôÀº ¼öÁØÀ¸·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¥ ¼ö ÀÖÀÝ¾Æ I wonder if these whack niggaz realize they whack ¸ÛûÇÑ ³ðµéÀÌ ÀڱⰡ ¸ÛûÀÌÀÎÁö ¾Ë¾ÒÀ¸¸é ÁÁ°Ú³× And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap ±× ³ðµé ¶§¹®¿¡ ³» Ä£±¸µéÀÌ ·¦ÀÌ Áö°ã´Ù°í ±×·¯´Â°Å¾ß Inspired by black Muslims and Christians ÈæÀÎ À̽½¶÷ ±³µµ¿Í ±âµ¶±³µµµé¿¡°Ô ¿µ°¨À» ¹Þ¾Æ Pushin' cutlasses, dope, and other traditions ´Ü°Ë, ¸¶¸®È³ª, ´Ù¸¥ ÀüÅëÀ» ²Ë Áã¾úÁö In the conditions of the city, the city ÀÌ µµ½Ã¶ó´Â ȯ°æ ¼Ó¿¡¼, ¼Ó¿¡¼ The city, the city, the city, the city ÀÌ µµ½Ã¿¡¼, µµ½Ã¿¡¼, µµ½Ã¿¡¼, µµ½Ã¿¡¼ Come on À̸® ¿Í [Chorus] (4x) [Verse 2] A black figure...in the middle of chaos and gunfire È¥µ·°ú ÃѼºÀÇ ÇѺ¹ÆÇ¿¡ ¼±... °ËÀº Çüü So many raps about rims, surprised niggaz ain't become tires ŸÀ̾ ´ëÇÑ ·¦ÀÌ ³Ê¹« ¸¹¾Æ, ±×³ðµéÀÌ Å¸À̾ µÇÁö ¾ÊÀº°Ô ³î¶ø±º On the street you turn cold and then go screech °Å¸®¿¡¼ ³Í Â÷°¡¿öÁö°í ºñ¸íÀ» Áú·¯ I tell 'em "fuck 'em" like I do to police ³ "¿³¸Ô¾î"¶ó°í ¸»ÇÏÁö, ¸¶Ä¡ °æÂû¿¡°Ô ¸»ÇϵíÀÌ The beast is runnin' rampant ¾ß¼ö°¡ ³¯¶Ù°í ÀÖ¾î I'm in between sheets tryin' to have sex that's tantric ³ª´Â ³ÀâÇÑ ¼½½º¸¦ Áñ±â·Á ÀÌºÒ ¾ÈÀ¸·Î µé¾î°¬Áö For the ghetto, tryin' to make a get-up stand-up anthem °ÔÅ並 À§ÇØ, ¸ðµÎ¸¦ ÀÏÀ¸Å³ Ãà°¡¸¦ ¸¸µé¾î You spit hot garbage son of Sanford SanfordÀÇ ¾Æµé, ³Í ¶ß°Å¿î ¾²·¹±â¸¸À» ³»¹ñ¾î What you rappin' for to get fame or get rich? ¹» À§ÇØ ·¦À» ÇÏ´Ï, À¯¸íÇØÁö°Å³ª µ·À» ¹ú·Á°í? I slap a nigga like you, and tell him "Rick James bitch!" ³Ê °°Àº ³ðÀº »´À» ¶§¸®°í, ¸»ÇØÁÖÁö "Rick James¾ß °³³â¾Æ!" *Rick James - 7, 80³â´ë¿¡ ¶ô°ú ÆãÅ©¸¦ °áÇÕÇÑ 'Punk-Funk'¶õ À帣·Î Å« Àα⸦ ²ö Àü¼³ÀûÀÎ ÈæÀÎ ¹ÂÁö¼Ç. "Rick James bitch!" À̰Ŵ ¾ðÁ¨°¡ Rick James°¡ ½Å¹ßÀ» ½Å°í ¼ÒÆÄ¿¡ ´©¿öÀÖÀÚ ´©±º°¡ ½Å¹ßÀ» ¹þÀ¸¶ó°í ÁÖÀǸ¦ Áá°í, ±× ´ë´äÀ¸·Î "fuck you couch nigga, I'm Rick James bitch!"¶õ À¯¸íÇÑ ¸»À» Çߴµ¥ °Å±â¼ ÀοëµÈ°Ô ¾Æ´Ñ°¡ ½Í½À´Ï´Ù. With your Hollywood stories, on porches º£¶õ´Ù¿¡¼ ½á³½ ´Ï Çæ¸®¿ìµå À̾߱â We polly hood stories about who became rich ¿ì¸° ´©°¡ ºÎÀÚ°¡ µÇ¾ú´Â°¡¿¡ °üÇÑ °ÔÅä À̾߱⸦ ¸¸µé¾î And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch ¾î¶² Á¶¸íÀÌ ³»·Á¿Íµµ, ¿ì¸° ¶È°°Àº ½ºÀ§Ä¡¸¦ ´©¸£±æ ¿øÇØ You didn't know where to aim it, you still remain bitch ³Í ¾îµô °Ü³ÉÇÒÁö ¸ô¶ó¼, ¾ÆÁ÷µµ °³³âó·³ ÇൿÇÏÁö I'm forever puttin' words together ³ ¿µ¿øÈ÷ ´Ü¾îµéÀ» Á¶ÇÕÇØ Some'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sons ¸î¸îÀº µþÀÇ ¾î¸Ó´Ï ¶Ç´Â ¾ÆµéÀÇ ¾Æ¹öÁö°¡ µÇÁö ¸øÇϰÚÁö The name Com' has never been involved wit' run ³» À̸§ Com'Àº µµ¸ÁÄ¡´Â °Í(Run)°ú´Â ¿¬°üµÈ ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾î Unless its DMC, or runnin' these broads to bein' free DMC³ª, ¿©ÀÚµéÀ» ÂѾư¡´Â °ÍÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó¸é ¸»¾ß I'm harder than the times, you hardly scary ½Ã°£º¸´Ùµµ ´õ °·ÂÇϱ⿡, ³Í °ÅÀÇ ¹«¼·Áö ¾ÊÁö Hopin' God's inside you, God is Halle Berry ½ÅÀÌ ´Ï ¾È¿¡ ÀÖ±æ ¹Ù¶õ´Ù, ½ÅÀº Halle Berry They ask me where hip-hop is goin', it's Chicagoan ÈüÇÕÀÌ ¾îµð °¡³Ä°í »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ¹¯´õ±º, Á¤´äÀº ½ÃÄ«°í Poetry's in motion like a picture now showin' ¸¶Ä¡ Áö±Ý º¸¿©Áö´Â »çÁøÃ³·³, ½Ã´Â ¿òÁ÷À̰í ÀÖ¾î It's the city, the city y'all, the city ¹Ù·Î µµ½Ã·Î, µµ½Ã·Î °¡, µµ½Ã·Î Uh, the city y'all, come on Uh, µµ½Ã·Î °¡°í ÀÖ¾î, À̸® ¿Í [Chorus] (7x) [while Kanye West sings] And ya say Chi-City ³Í Chi-City¶ó°í ¿ÜÃÄ (scratched together) Common Sense, from the city of wind ¹Ù¶÷ÀÌ ºÎ´Â µµ½Ã¿¡¼ ¿Â, Common Sense |
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