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| subject : | [Thug Life]Cradle to the Grave |
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[Chorus] From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto ghetto¿¡¼ÀÇ »îÀº ½¬¿î ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾úÁö From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy.. »îÀº ½±Áö°¡ ¾Ê¾Ò¾î.. [2Pac] June 16th, 1971 Mama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son 1971³â 6¿ù 16ÀÏ, ¾ö¸¶°¡ Áö¿Á¿¡¼ ÀÚ¶ó³ õ±¹ÀÇ ¾ÆÀ̸¦ ³º¾ÒÁö See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back ÀÇ»ç´Â ³¯ ¶§¸®·Á°í ÇßÁö¸¸ ³»°¡ °ð¹Ù·Î ¹Ý°ÝÇß¾î My first words was "Thug for life," and "Papa pass the Mac." ³»°¡ ¹è¿î ù ´Ü¾î´Â "»î ¼ÓÀÇ thug'¿Í '¾Æºü Mac(ÃÑ)À» ÁÖ¼¼¿ä'¿´¾î I'm bustin on these motherfuckers ballin ³ À̸®Àú¸® ³î·¯ ´Ù´Ï´Â ³à¼®µéÀ» ó´ÜÇØ Listen you can hear my mini fourteen callin {*POP POP POP*} Àß µéÀ¸¸é ³» ÀÛÀº 14±¸°æ ÃÑÀÌ ³Î ºÎ¸£´Â ¼Ò¸®°¡ µé¸±°Å¾ß From out the window of my drop top, I got my glock cocked â¹® ¹Û¿¡¼ºÎÅÍ, ³ ³» ÃÑÀ» ÀåÀüÇØ³õ°í´Â Bustin at niggaz, when will it stop? ³à¼®µé¿¡°Ô ½÷´òÁö, ¾ðÁ¦¾ß ¸ØÃâ±î? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? ³»°Ô ¸»ÇغÁ, ¾îµÒÀÌ ¹«¼·´Ù°í? Can't close my eyes I see visions ´«À» °¨À» ¼ö ¾ø¾î ȯ°¢ÀÌ º¸¿© And even with this thug livin, will I escape prison? ÀÌ·± thugÀÇ »îÀ¸·Îµµ, °¨¿Á¿¡¼ ³ª°¥ ¼ö ÀÖÀ»±î? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang ±³µµ¼ÒÀÇ ±âȸ´Â ÇÏ·ç Á¾ÀÏÀÇ °ÍÀ̾úÁö The only way to advance; and if you slang ¹ßÀüÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â À¯ÀÏÇÑ ¹æ¹ý, ¸¸¾à ¿åÀ» ÇÑ´Ù¸é then you'd better have yo' Nikes on - cause when we fight »¡¸® ³ªÀÌŰ ½Å¹ßÀ» ½Å´Â °Ô ÁÁ¾Æ - ¿Ö³ÄÇÏ¸é ¿ì¸° ºÒµµ ÄÑÁöÁö it's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey!! ¾ÊÀº ¹ã Áß¿¡ ½Î¿ï °Å°Åµç, À̺Á!! There must be a God cause I feel lucky ºÐ¸í ½ÅÀº ÀÖ¾î ³ Çà¿î¾Æ °°Àº ´À³¦ÀÌ µé°Åµç Paranoid out my mind, cause motherfuckers tryin to rush me ÆíÁýÁõµµ ¶³Ãij¾î, ÀÌ ³à¼®µéÀÌ ³¯ °ø°ÝÇÏ·Á°í Çϰŵç Am I goin to jail? Look at me bailin °¨¿Á¿¡ °¡°ÔµÉ±î? º¸¼®±ÝÀ» ³»´Â ³ª¸¦ ºÁ Comin out the court house, all about my mail and bank ¹ýÁ¤¿¡¼ ³ª¿ÀÁö, ³» ÆíÁö¿Í ÀºÇà¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ¾ê±â Never, never die I'll be a hustler motherfuckers Àý´ë, Àý´ë Á×Áö ¾Ê¾Æ ³ »ç±â²ÛÀÌ¾ß °³ÀÚ½Äµé¾Æ And makin thugs out you suckers from the cradle to the grave ±×¸®°ï ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö ³Ê³× ¸ÛûÀ̵éÀ» thug·Î ¸¸µé¾îÁÖ°Ú¾î [Chorus] From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto ghetto¿¡¼ÀÇ »îÀº ½¬¿î ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾úÁö [Mopreme] From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö ³»°¡ Àå³²Ù·¯±â ¾ÆÀÌ¿´À» ¶§ºÎÅÍ I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild ³ °©ÀÚ±â ÀÌ»óÇØÁö°í ¿ÍÀϵåÇÏ°Ô ³ë´Â °É·Î ¾Ë·ÁÁ®ÀÖ¾úÁö Pop pop! Just like the part that's in my walk with street talk Æã Æã! ¸¶Ä¡ ³» »êÃ¥ ¼Ó¿¡¼ °Å¸®¿¡¼ ³ª´©´Â ´ëȿ͵µ °°ÀÌ I'm runnin up the block in the dark where lead spark ³ ³³µéÀÌ ¹øÂ½ÀÌ´Â ¾îµÒ ¼ÓÀ¸·Î ´Þ·Á°¬¾î Surveillance on a nigga every day ¸ÅÀÏ ¾î¶² ³à¼®À» °¨½ÃÇϰí Waitin on my daddy just to take his ass away ³» ¾ÆºüÀÇ ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ ¸Ö¸® º¸³»±â À§Çؼ ±×¸¦ ±â´Ù·Á Now Mama always workin tryin to make ends meet ¾ö¸¶´Â ¾ðÁ¦³ª ºÐ¼ö¿¡ ¸ÂÃç¼ »ì·Á°í ÇßÁö So now a young nigga's bein raised by the streets ±×·¡¼ ¿©±â °Å¸®°¡ Ű¿î ¾î¸° ³à¼®ÀÌ ¿Ô¾î And then the only other one that ever showed me love ±×¸®°í ³»°Ô »ç¶ûÀ» º¸¿©Áá´ø À¯ÀÏÇÑ »ç¶÷Àº Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs ¸¶¾à¿¡ ºüÁ®ÀÖ´ø ³» ¸ÚÀÖ´Â ¾ÆÀú¾¾¿´Áö A straight - thug; just me, my mama out here on our own ¿Ïº®ÇÑ thug¿´¾î; ³ª È¥ÀÚ»Ó, ¿ì¸® ¾ö¸¶´Â È¥ÀÚÀÇ ÈûÀ¸·Î »ìÁö So I got two gats - one black and one of chrome ³ª¿¡°Õ µÎ ±ÇÃÑÀÌ ÀÖ¾î, Çϳª´Â °ËÀº»ö, Çϳª´Â Å©·Ò»ö Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine! ¾Æ¹«µµ ´ÙÄ¡°Ô ÇÏ°í ½ÍÁö ¾ÊÁö¸¸ ³ªµµ ³¯ ÁöÄÑ¾ß ÇÑ´Ù°í! It's all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a thin line ³»°Õ ±× »ÓÀ̾ß, ±×·¯´Ï Àá½Ã ¸ØÃç¼¼ °¡´Â ¼± À§¸¦ °É¾îºÁ Young niggaz be brave ¾î¸° niggaµéÀÌ¿© ¿ë±â¸¦ °¡Á®¶ó And keep on thuggin from the cradle to the grave ±×¸®°í ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö °è¼Ó thug·Î »ì¾Æ From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö [Chorus] From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto ghetto¿¡¼ÀÇ »îÀº ½¬¿î ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾úÁö [The Rated R] From the cradle to the grave I'm glad to say, I made it this far ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö ³»°¡ ÀÌ·¸°Ô±îÁö ¼º°øÇß´Ù´Â °Ô Âü ±â»µ Many G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall ¸¹Àº °»½ºÅ͵éÀÌ Á×°í ³²±ä °Ç º® À§¿¡ ½áÀÖ´Â À̸§ »ÓÀ̾úÁö It's sad thinkin' about the times ±×·± ½Ã°£µéÀ» »ý°¢ÇÏ¸é ½½ÆÛ Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land »îÀº °è¼Ó µÅ, ³ °è¼Ó ±æÀ» ÀÒÀº »óÅÂ¾ß That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither ¿©±ä ÀüÀåÅÍ, ³»°Õ Áýµµ ¾ø°í Ä£±¸µµ ¾ø¾î It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina ³ªÈ¦·Î ÀÖ´Â °ÅÁö ±×·¡¼ ³ Nina¿Í °áÈ¥Çß¾î I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho ³ ³»°¡ °¡´Â °÷¸¶´Ù ±×³à¿Í ÇÔ²² ÀÖ¾î, ±×³à¸¦ »ç¶ûÇØ Never leave home with out my sugar, I'm hafta plug a nigga Àý´ë ±×³à ¾øÀÌ ÁýÀ» ¶ßÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ³ °è¼Ó ÀÏÇØ¾ß°Ú¾î Mama told me not to trust no punks ¾ö¸¶´Â ±øÆÐµéÀ» ¹ÏÁö ¸»°í And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me since then I been knowin ¸¸¾à ³»°Ô ¼ÕÀ» ¿Ã¸®¸é ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ °È¾îÂ÷¶ó°í ¿À·¡ÀüºÎÅÍ ¾ê±âÇßÁö Sometimes I think my own self stupid °¡²û ³ ³» ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ ¸ÛûÀ̶ó°í »ý°¢ÇØ Cause I stay shootin at marks, get twisted up in police reports ¿Ö³ÄÇÏ¸é ³ °è¼Ó ÃÑÀ» ½÷´ë°í, °æÂû ÆÄÀÏ ¼Ó¿¡¼ Áö³»°Åµç Since the cradle, I've been ungrateful ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ºÎÅÍ, ³ ¹èÀº¸Á´öÇÑ ³ðÀ̾ú¾î My first toy was a gun I got sprung and learned to love weapons ³» ù Àå³°¨Àº ÃÑÀ̾ú°í ±× ÈÄ·Î ³ ¹«±â¸¦ »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ¹ýÀ» ¹è¿ü¾î But now I'm through with money, and through with street fame ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÀÌÁ¦ µ·µµ ¾ø°í, °Å¸®¿¡¼ÀÇ À¯¸í¼¼µµ ¾ø¾î Somebody peeled my cap, and put me in my grave ´©±º°¡ ³ª¸¦ ¹þ°Ü³õ°í, ¹«´ý ¼Ó¿¡ ³Ö¾î¹ö¸° °Å¾ß [Chorus] From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto ghetto¿¡¼ÀÇ »îÀº ½¬¿î ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾úÁö From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto ghetto¿¡¼ÀÇ »îÀº ½¬¿î ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾úÁö [Macadoshis] March 18th, a rainy day my mama gave birth 3¿ù 18ÀÏ, ºñ¿À´Â ³¯ ¾ö¸¶´Â Áö±¸¶ó´Â Áö¿Á¿¡ to a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth °¤Çô¹ö¸° ¾Æ±â¸¦ Çϳª ³º¾ÒÁö From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb ¾ðÁ¦³ª ³»°Ô µ¹¾Æ¿À´Â °Ç ¾ø¾ú°í Àç¹Ìµµ ¾ø¾ú¾î Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin rum ¾Æºü´Â Á÷Àå µÎ °³¸¦ ´Ù³æ°í ¾ö¸¶´Â ·³ÁÖ¸¸ ¸¶¼Å´òÁö I tried to cope loc, but my family's broke À̰ܳ»·Á°í ÇßÁö¸¸, ¿ì¸® °¡Á·¿¡°Õ µ·ÀÌ ¾ø¾ú¾î And my pocket's short so now I got ta slang dope ³» ÁָӴϵµ ÅÖÅÖ ºñ¾î¼, ÀÌÁ¨ ÀÌ·± »îÀ» »ìÁö In the game filled with pain it's a fuckin shame °íÅëÀ¸·Î °¡µæÂù °ÔÀÓ ³Ê¹« ºÎ²ô·¯¿î ÀÏÀÌ¾ß The white man got a motherfucker slangin 'caine ¹éÀÎÀÌ °³Àڽĵ鿡°Ô ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ÆÈ°í So now it's on from dusk to dawn I'm gettin my serve on ±×·¸°Ô Ȳȥ¿¡¼ »õº®±îÁö ³ »ì¾Æ°¡Áö Always in the spot with my glock slingin rocks at the Rox ¾ðÁ¦³ª ³» ÃÑÀ» µé°í ¿©±â¼ Rox¿¡´Ù°¡ ¹ÙÀ§¸¦ ´øÁ® The shit don't stop, I'm steady dodgin cops Àý´ë ¸ØÃßÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, °è¼Ó °æÂûµéÀ» ÇÇÇÏÁö I never flip-flop, hear my glock cock, thug 'til I drop Àý´ë ³Ñ¾îÁöÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ±ÇÃÑ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾î¶ó, Á×À» ¶§±îÁö thug´Ù And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time ¸¸¾à ±ÛÀ» ¾²°Ô µÈ´Ù¸é ³» ½Ã°£À» ÀÌ¿ëÇØ¾ßÁö Sittin on my bunk reminiscin bout the good times ³» ħ´ë¿¡ ¾É¾Æ¼ ÁÁ´ø ½Ã°£µéÀ» ȸ»óÇÏÁö It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doin dirt ÀÌ·± ´õ·¯¿î ÁþÀ» ÇÏ¸é¼ ÀÚ¶ú´Ù´Â °Ç ¿³°°Áö¸¸ But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö ³ ±×°É ÀÛ¾÷À¸·Î ¸¸µé¾î³õ°Ú¾î [Chorus] From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto ghetto¿¡¼ÀÇ »îÀº ½¬¿î ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾úÁö From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto ghetto¿¡¼ÀÇ »îÀº ½¬¿î ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾úÁö [Big Syke] Time's movin fast, will I last another day? ½Ã°£Àº »¡¸® ¿òÁ÷À̰í ÀÖ¾î, ÇϷ縦 ´õ »ì ¼ö ÀÖÀ»±î? So I pray and I lay with my A-K ³ ±âµµÇÏ°í ³» AK¿Í ÇÔ²² ´¯Áö Did I sell my soul as a young kid? ¾î¸°¾ÆÀ̷νáÀÇ ¿µÈ¥À» ÆÈ¾Æ¸ÔÀº °É±î? All the things I did wishin someone held me but they never did ¾ðÁ¦³ª ´©±º°¡ ³¯ Àâ¾ÆÁÖ±æ ¿øÇßÁö¸¸ ±×·± ÀÏÀº ¾ø¾ú¾î I can't take it, will I make it to my older age? ÂüÀ» ¼ö ¾ø¾î, ´õ ´ÄÀ» ¼ö³ª ÀÖÀ»±î? Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin cage ÀÌ·¯´Ù°¡ ÃÑ¿¡ ¸Â°Å³ª ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤È÷´Â °Ç ¾Æ´ÑÁö Lord help me, guide me, save me! ½ÅÀÌ¿© µµ¿ÍÁà, À̲ø¾îÁà, »ì·ÁÁà! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me, crazy ±×°Ô ¾Æºü°¡ ³¯ Ű¿î ¹æ¹ýÀÌÁö, ¹ÌÄ£ °Å¾ß Do or die, nigga pull the trigger don't give a fuck »ì°Å³ª Áװųª, »¡¸® ¹æ¾Æ¼è¸¦ ´ç°Ü »ó°üÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ You'd rather be in jail than get yo' ass bucked ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ Â÷ÀÌ´Â °Íº¸´Ü °¨¿Á¿¡ ÀÖ´Â °Ô ³ª¾Æ Nobody cares, it's me against the world ¾Æ¹«µµ »ó°üÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ³ ¼¼°è¿Í ¸Â¼±´Ù Keepin murder on my mind and my tec-9 ³» ¸¶À½ ¼Ó¿¡ »ìÀΰú ³» Tec-9¸¦ ´ã¾ÆµÎ°í I got nothin to lose, payin dues, nigga you wanna die? ÀÒÀ» °Ç Çϳªµµ ¾ø¾î, °ªÀ» Ä¡·ç°í, ³Ê Á×°í ½ÍÀº °Å³Ä? I get high and then my mission is a walk-by ¸¶¾àÀ» ÇÑ ÈÄ ³ªÀÇ ÀÓ¹«´Â »ýÁ¸ÇÏ´Â °Í You'd better jet when I hit your set cause I'm comin ³»°¡ ³Ê¿¡°Ô ´Ù°¡°¥ ¶§ µµ¸ÁÄ¡´Â °Ô ÁÁÀ» °Å¾ß Start runnin yellin "evil mind" as I'm gunnin ³»°¡ ÃÑÀ» ½î¸é ³Í '¾Ç¸¶ÀÇ ¸¶À½'À̶ó°í ¿ÜÃĶó One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside ³» ¸¶À½ ¼Ó¿¡ Ű¿öµÎ´ø ºÐ³ë°¡ ¹Ù·Î ±×°ÍÀ̴ϱî For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died ´«¹°À» È기 ¾ö¸¶µé°ú, Á×¾î¹ö¸° ³» Ä£±¸µé The beginning is an ending, am I just a slave? ½ÃÀÛÀÌ ¹Ù·Î ³¡, ³ ³ë¿¹ÀÎ °É±î? So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave ÀÌÁ¨ ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö ¿ë°¨ÇÏ°Ô »ì°Ú¾î [Chorus] From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto ghetto¿¡¼ÀÇ »îÀº ½¬¿î ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾úÁö From the cradle to the grave ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ ¹«´ý±îÁö Life ain't never been easy, livin in the ghetto ghetto¿¡¼ÀÇ »îÀº ½¬¿î ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾úÁö |
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