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| subject : | [Nas]Hustler |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
[Nas] Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G. Dre, ±×´Â Compton-Compton °»½ºÅÍ Nas, he a QB-QB true G Nas, ±×´Â QB-QB ÁøÂ¥ °»½ºÅÍ Do the history ¿ª»ç¸¦ ¸¸µéÀÚ Way before The Firm, like back in the day The FirmÀÌ ÀÖ±â Àü, ¾ÆÁÖ ¿¾³¯¿¡ Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre Nas´Â Dre¿Í ·¦À» ÇÑ Ã¹¹øÂ° ´º¿å ³à¼®À̾ú³× So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face ±×·¡¼ ´ç¿¬È÷, ´Ï ¾ó±¼¿¡ µéÀÌ´î Æ®·¢À» °¡Á®¿Ô¾î The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away AftermathÀÇ ¸â¹ö¿´À» ¼ö ÀÖ¾ú´ø ³à¼®Àº ºüÁ®³ª¿ÔÁö¸¸ But we still get together like every several years ±×·¡µµ ¸î³â¸¶´Ù ¿ì¸° °è¼Ó ¸¸³ª¼ to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears ³× ±Í¿¡, õ±¹À» »Ñ·ÁÁÖ°ï Çß¾î Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers Rio¿¡¼ Calico¸¦ ¸¶½Ã¸ç ½¬Áö, ¹Ùº¸°°Àº °³Àڽĵé Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage ¿Ø¸¸ÇÑ ³ðµéÀº, °»½ºÅ͸¦ ¾Ë¾Æ, Ç㳪 Gucci °¡¹æÀº ¿©ÀüÇÏÁö I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes ³ Cape God°ú, ȸ»ö ´«À¸·Î ¸ÚÁø ¿©ÀÚ¸¦ º¸´Â °ÍÀÌ ÁÁ¾Æ wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by KY ¿åÁ¶¿¡¼ ÇϷ縦 ¸¶¹«¸® ÇÏÁö I like to celebrate, why? - 'cause I can vision ³ ÆÄƼ¸¦ ÁÁ¾ÆÇØ, ¿Ö? ¿Ö³ÄÇÏ¸é ³ collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate ¹Ì¿öÇÒ ¼ö ¹Û¿¡ ¾ø´Â ³» °ÅÁþ¸»µéÀÇ ¸ðÀ½°ú À̹ÌÁö°¡ º¸À̰ŵç So every breath I take, is all about the rules ±×·¡¼ ³ª´Â ¼ûÀ» ½¬¸é¼, ±ÔÄ¢À» ¸¶½Ã°í ¹ñ¾î³» It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude ³Ê¶ó¸é ³ôÀº °íµµ¿¡¼ ¼û½¬´Â °Íó·³ Èûµé°Å¾ß So crack the Patr?, it's on heathens, The God's back ÀÌÁ¦ À̱³µµµéÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ±ú¶ß·Á, ½ÅÀÌ µ¹¾Æ¿ÔÀ¸´Ï Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' ´Ü´ÜÇÑ ¸ö, Mr. Jones´Â ¶°³ªÁö ¾Ê¾Æ [Chorus #1] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders ¸¶¾à»ó, µô·¯, ÄÁ¹öÅÍºí ¿îÀü¼ö Make that cake, cop two five fivers µ·À» ¹ú¾î¶ó, ÁöÆó¸¦ Àâ¾Æ¶ó Pimps and players, platinum diamonds Æ÷ÁÖ¿Í Ç÷¹À̾î, Ç÷¡Æ¼³Ñ ´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµå East to West Coast we riders µ¿ºÎ¿¡¼ ¼ºÎ±îÁö ¿ì¸° °»½ºÅÍ [Chorus #2: Nas] (The Game) He a Compton-Compton O.G. ±×´Â Compton-Compton °»½ºÅÍ (Mix that with a QB-QB true G) (QB-QBÀÇ ÁøÂ¥ °»½ºÅÍ¿Í ÇÔ²²) (What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks (´Ï°¡ ÀÌÁ¦ µéÀ» °ÍÀº) ¼·Î ´Ù¸¥ °ÔÅä °Å¸®ÀÇ È¥ÇÕ¹° (West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots (¼ºÎ°¡ Æ®·¢À» Á׿©³õ°í) µ¿ºÎ°¡ ÃÑÀ» ½ð´Ù [The Game] 1995, eleven years from the day 1995³â, Áö±ÝÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ 11³âÀü I'm in the record shop with choices to make ³ª´Â À½¹Ý °¡°Ô¿¡ µé¾î°¡ À½¹ÝÀ» °í¸£Áö "Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie ¸Ç À§¿¡´Â "Illmatic", ¿ÞÂÊ¿¡´Â "The Chronic" Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me µÎ °³ ´Ù »ç°í ½ÍÁö¸¸ °¡Áø µ·Àº 20ºÒ »Ó So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack ÁÀ±î, ³ µÑ ´Ù ÈÉÄ¡°í, 20À¸·Î ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ »ç Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that IllmaticÀÇ Æ÷ÀåÀ» ¶â°í ´çÀå Ç÷¹ÀÌÇßÁö For my niggaz it was too complex when Nas rhymed º¸Åë »ç¶÷µé¿¡°Ô´Â NasÀÇ ¶óÀÓÀÌ ³Ê¹« º¹ÀâÇØ¼ I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind" ³ "´º¿å »óÅÂÀÇ ¸¶À½"À» °¡Áø À¯ÀÏÇÑ Compton ÁÖ¹ÎÀ̾úÁö Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm ¸¶¸®È³ª ¿¬±â °¡µæÇÑ Áý¿¡¼, The Firm À½¹ÝÀ» Ʋ°í Dre was king then so I waited my turn ±×¶§´Â Dre°¡ ¿Õ, ±×·¡¼ ³ Â÷·Ê¸¦ ±â´Ù·È¾î Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em burn ÇöÀç·Î »¡¸®°¨±â, ÀÌÁ¦ ³ ºÒÀ» Áö¸£°í ÀÖ¾î Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned ÃÄ´Ùº¸±â¸¸ ÇÏ´Â ½ÃÀýÀ» Áö³ª, Nas¿Í ÀλçÇÏÁö, ¹è¿î °Íµµ ¸¹¾Æ So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga ±×·¡¼ ¸¶Ä¡ ±×°¡ Jigga¶û ÇßµíÀÌ, ³» Â÷ÀÌÁ¡µéÀ» Á¶È½ÃÄ×¾î I stopped beefin' with niggaz, 'cause I'm "Ether" to niggaz ´Ù¸¥ ³ðµé°ú ½Î¿ì´Â °Ç ±×¸¸µ×¾î, ³ª´Â "¿¡Å׸£"°¡ µÇ¾ú±â¿¡ *Ether - Nas°¡ Jay-Z¸¦ µð½ºÇÑ °î Á¦¸ñ.. ±×¸®°í ¿¡Å׸£¸¦ ¾´ ÀÌÀ¯´Â.. ¹æºÎÁ¦¶ó¼ ±×·±°¡?-_- Comb the earth 'til there's no one left ¾Æ¹«µµ ³²Áö ¾ÊÀ» ¶§±îÁö ¶¥À» ÈÛ¾µ¾î "If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggaz to death "³»°¡ ¼¼»óÀ» Áö¹èÇß´Ù¸é" ¾àÇØºüÁø ·¡ÆÛµéÀ» Á×À½À¸·Î ÃÊ´ëÇÒÅÙµ¥ [Chorus: Nas] (The Game) He a Compton-Compton O.G. ±×´Â Compton-Compton °»½ºÅÍ (Mix that with a QB-QB true G) (QB-QBÀÇ ÁøÂ¥ °»½ºÅÍ¿Í ÇÔ²²) (What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks (´Ï°¡ ÀÌÁ¦ µéÀ» °ÍÀº) ¼·Î ´Ù¸¥ °ÔÅä °Å¸®ÀÇ È¥ÇÕ¹° (West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots (¼ºÎ°¡ Æ®·¢À» Á׿©³õ°í) µ¿ºÎ°¡ ÃÑÀ» ½ð´Ù [Nas] Yo, the Jordans sportin' Yo, JordanÀ» ½Å°í Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin', you a walkin' coffin' ÁÖ»çÀ§ °ÔÀÓ¿¡¼ ÇÑ ²« µû³»°í °É¾î³ª°¡, ³Ê´Â °É¾î´Ù´Ï´Â °ü The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it ÀåÃÑÀ» ÆÈ¿¡ ²¼Áö, Çãdz ¶°´Â ³ðµé¿¡°Ô ¹ß»ç You're sideways talkin', so I lay often ³» °ç¿¡¼ °È°í ÀÖ±º, ±×·¡¼ ³ ÀÚÁÖ ¼û¾î I wait patient, to duct tape hatin' ÂüÀ»¼º ÀÖ°Ô ±â´Ù¸®´Ù, ÀûµéÀÇ ÀÔ¿¡ Å×ÀÔÀ» ºÙ¿© Fuck ass niggaz, get bucked ass niggaz ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» »õ³¢µé, ¾ûµ¢À̰¡ °È¾îÂ÷¿© Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas Äí¹Ù»ê ½Ã°¡ÀÇ Àç°¡ ³¯·Á, Nas¿¡°Ô ´ýºñ´Ù´Ï That's my name and I came with Rugers this time ÀÌ°Ç ³» À̸§, ³» ¼Õ¿¡´Â Ç×»ó ÃÑÀÌ ÀÖ¾î And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb ³»°¡ Á¦Á¤½ÅÀÏ ¶§ "Soul Plane" ¿µÈ´Â ÆøÅº °°Áö Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm ÆÈ¿¡ ¹®½ÅµÇÀÖ´Â ¿ì¸® ¾ö¸¶ÀÇ À̸§¿¡ °É°í You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me ³Í ³ª¸¦ ¸ø Èֵѷ¯´ëÁöµµ, Á×ÀÌÁöµµ, ÁøÁ¤½ÃŰÁöµµ, ¶§¸®Áöµµ Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm bustin' ÈÉÄ¡Áöµµ ¸øÇϰí, ³»°¡ ½î´Â ÃѾËÀ» ÇÇÇÒ ¼öµµ ¾ø¾î See that's malarky you yappin' ´Ï°¡ ÁÖÀý°Å¸®´Â °Ç µè±â ÁÁÀº Çê¼Ò¸® I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin' »ï°¢´ë¸¦ ÆîÄ¡°í ±× À§¿¡ ÃÑÀ» ¾ñ¾î, ¸¶±¸ ½î±â ½ÃÀÛÇØ Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops ÃßÀâÇÑ »ç¶÷, ¸¶¾àÀ» ÆÈ°í °æÂû¿¡°Ô¼ µµ¸ÁÄ¡³× to a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fuckin' with Doc ¼Õ¿¡ ¹é¸¸ ºÒ, ½Ã°èµµ ¹é¸¸ ºÒ, Áö±Ý ³ Doc°ú ÇÔ²² [Chorus #1] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders ¸¶¾à»ó, µô·¯, ÄÁ¹öÅÍºí ¿îÀü¼ö Make that cake, cop two five fivers µ·À» ¹ú¾î¶ó, ÁöÆó¸¦ Àâ¾Æ¶ó Pimps and players, platinum diamonds Æ÷ÁÖ¿Í Ç÷¹À̾î, Ç÷¡Æ¼³Ñ ´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµå East to West Coast we riders µ¿ºÎ¿¡¼ ¼ºÎ±îÁö ¿ì¸° °»½ºÅÍ [Chorus #2: Nas] (The Game) He a Compton-Compton O.G. ±×´Â Compton-Compton °»½ºÅÍ (Mix that with a QB-QB true G) (QB-QBÀÇ ÁøÂ¥ °»½ºÅÍ¿Í ÇÔ²²) (What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks (´Ï°¡ ÀÌÁ¦ µéÀ» °ÍÀº) ¼·Î ´Ù¸¥ °ÔÅä °Å¸®ÀÇ È¥ÇÕ¹° (West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots (¼ºÎ°¡ Æ®·¢À» Á׿©³õ°í) µ¿ºÎ°¡ ÃÑÀ» ½ð´Ù |
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