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| subject : | [Blaq Poet]We Gonna Ill |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
(feat. DJ Premier) [scratched] "You know we gonna ill" "¿ì¸®°¡ ¸ÚÁö´Ü °Ç ¾ËÀݾÆ" What...set it off what ¹¹¾ß...½ÃÀÛÇØ My nigga Prim ³» Ä£±¸ Prim Black Poet [Verse 1] Fuck the dumb shit, niggaz want drama ¹Ùº¸ °°Àº °Ç ¿³¸Ô¾î, ¸ðµÎ µå¶ó¸¶¸¦ ¿øÇØ You know who to come kid, the cappital P the o-et ´©±¸¿¡°Ô °¡¾ßÇÒÁö´Â ¾Ë°ÚÁö, ´ë¹®ÀÚ P¿¡¼ o-et Smash motherfuckers up, crush motherfuckers up °³ÀڽĵéÀ» ‹š·Á´¯È÷°í ¹Ú»ì³» Leave your body in the closet for a motherfucking month ´Ï ½Ãü¸¦ ÇÑ´Þ µ¿¾È ¿ÊÀå ¼Ó¿¡ ¹Ú¾Æ³õÁö Niggaz know my flow's relentless I said it I ment this ¸ðµÎ ³» Ç÷ο찡 »çÁ¤¾ø´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë¾Æ, ÇÏ´Â ¸»Àº ¸ðµÎ Áø½É Niggaz get high, bitches get bent »ç¶÷µéÀº ÃëÇØ, ³âµéÀº »ç¶óÁ® Everybody knows Poet's on some hood shit ¸ðµÎ´Ù PoetÀÌ °ÔÅä ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀ̶ó´Â °É ¾Ë¾Æ I wake every thug around the world tryin' to get rich ³ ºÎÀÚ°¡ µÇ·Á°í ÇÏ´Â ¿Â¼¼»óÀÇ thug¸¦ ±ú¿ìÁö If you're doing your thing then slinging your thing ¸¸¾à ´Ï°¡ ÇÒ ÀÏÀ» Çϰí ÀÖ´Ù¸é ¸¾²¯ Áñ°Ü You know and I know nigga better bang ³Êµµ ³ªµµ À̳ðÀÌ ½Ã²ô·´´Ü °É ¾ËÀÝ¾Æ Watch them hoes, watch them snakes Àú³âµéÀ» Á¶½ÉÇØ, »ç±â²ÛµéÀ» Á¶½ÉÇØ Real niggaz in the game, fuck who ??? ÀÌ °ÔÀÓÀÇ ÁøÂ¥¹è±â, ???´Â ¿³¸Ô¾î Real niggaz in the game knows what it takes ÀÌ °ÔÀÓÀÇ ÁøÂ¥¹è±âµéÀº ÇÊ¿äÇÑ°Ô ¹ºÁö ¾Ë¾Æ And real niggaz let you know what's real and fake ±×¸®°í ÁøÂ¥¹è±âµéÀº ÁøÂ¥¿Í °¡Â¥¸¦ ³×°Ô ¾Ë·ÁÁÖÁö Like my nigga Primo, he reach stile to me yo ¸¶Ä¡ ³» Ä£±¸ Primoó·³, ±×´Â ³»°Ô ¼ÕÀ» »¸ÃÄ Whereever he goes, I go, se, he me amigo ±×°¡ °¡´Â °÷¿¡, ³ µû¶ó°¡, ±×·¡, ±×´Â ³ªÀÇ Ä£±¸ And we gonna ill ¿ì¸° ¸ÚÁú°Å¾ß [Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier] "You know we gonna ill" [x2] "¿ì¸®°¡ ¸ÚÁö´Ü °Ç ¾ËÀݾÆ" "With love to those who died in the field ÀÌ ºÐ¾ß¿¡ Á×Àº À̵鿡 ´ëÇÑ »ç¶û°ú So many names we don't got room to spit them" ¿©±â¼ ¾ð±ÞÇÒ ¿©À¯°¡ ¾ø´Â ¸¹Àº À̸§µé" "This ain't a game nigga" "ÀÌ°Ç °ÔÀÓÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß" "You know we gonna ill" [x3] "¿ì¸®°¡ ¸ÚÁö´Ü °Ç ¾ËÀݾÆ" [Verse 2] What, what, aha, yeah, yeah I sat back I watch ya niggaz and clacked ya niggaz ³ ÆíÈ÷ ¾É¾Æ ³Ê³Ú ÁöÄѺ¸°í °Ü³ÉÇßÁö Played you on my box since I put rocks and figures º¸¼®°ú µ·À» Áã°í ³» ³ë·¡¿¡¼ ³Î °¡Áö°í ³î¾Ò¾î Got it through this life, drugs chop my shit, nigga ÀλýÀ» ÇìÃijª°¡, ¸¶¾àÀ» ÀÚ¸£´Â °Ô ³» ÀÏÀÌ¾ß Lyrics gotta throw blood kill ya weak niggaz °¡»ç´Â ÇǸ¦ »Ñ¸®°í ¾àÇØºüÁø ³ðµéÀ» Á׿© Represent, all thugs and all money getters ¸ðµç thug¿Í µ· ¹ö´Â À̵éÀ» ´ëÇ¥ÇØ I live some green and blings and shit that glitters ³ µ·°ú ¹Ý¦°Å¸®´Â °ÍÀÌ °¡µæÇÑ »îÀ» »ì¾Æ And plus, the word on the street is ¶ÇÇÑ, °Å¸®ÀÇ ¼Ò¹®¿¡ ÀÇÇϸé I hotter then 2 blaze of 9 millimetres ³ 9mm ±ÇÃÑ µÎ Àڷ纸´Ù ´õ ¶ß°Ì´Ü °Í You can't belive this ³Í ÀÌ°É ¸ø ¹Ï¾î A&R's, they pullin out their heads A&R's, ±×µéÀº ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ³»¹Ð¾î They get fired 'cause they have a nigga right there ¿©±â ÀÖ´Â ³ðÀ» º¸°í ±×µéÀº ÇØ°í ´çÇÏÁö CEO's screaming "why the fuck yu didn't sign 'em?" CEO°¡ ¼Ò¸± Áö¸£³× "¿Ö ±×³ðÀ̶û °è¾àÀ» ¾È ¸ÎÀº°Å¾ß?" "He brought in a mansion and a hot boy diamands" "±×°¡ ¸Ç¼ÇÀ̶û ´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµå¸¦ ´Þ¶ó°í ÇÏ´õ±º¿ä" Should have gave me the world, stupid fuck ¾Æ´Ï ¼¼»óÀ» Áà¾ßÁö, ¹Ùº¸°°Àº »õ³¢ Look how I'm rhymin', wildin', calmin', poundin', grindin' ³» ¶óÀÓÇÏ´Â, °ÅÄ¥Àº, Â÷ºÐÇÑ, °ø°ÝÇÏ´Â, È÷Ʈġ´Â ¸ð½ÀÀ» ºÁ I ain't lyin' °ÅÁþ¸»ÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä Mad niggaz try with me, die with me ¹ÌÄ¡±¤À̵éÀº ³¯ ½ÃÇèÇØºÁ, °°ÀÌ Á׾±î Belive it nigga, you don't wanna have to colide with me ¹ÏÀ¸¶ó°í, ³ª¶û Ãæµ¹ÇÒ ÇÊ¿ä ¾øÀÝ¾Æ We gonna ill ¿ì¸° ¸ÚÁú°Å¾ß [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yo, got it together now, Mo' to them now Yo, »ý°¢À» Á¤¸®Çß¾î, ±×µé¿¡°Ô ´õ ¾È°ÜÁÙ°Ô Rest in peace pops, and my moms, I can't let it down ¾Æ¹öÁö ÆíÈ÷ ½¬±æ, ¾î¸Ó´Ï ½Ç¸Á½ÃŰÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Ô Queensbridge representative, style's unlimeted QueensbridgeÀÇ ´ëÇ¥, ¹«ÇÑÇÑ ½ºÅ¸ÀÏ Hot shots, hot rocks, I'm sendin' it ÈÁ¦ÀÇ Àι°, ȲöÇÑ ³ë·¡, º¸³»ÁÙ°Ô Who else you know get flow like Po' Poetó·³ ·¦ÇÏ´Â »ç¶÷ÀÌ ¶Ç ´©°¡ ÀÖ¾î For the love of this shit, and not the dough µ·ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ñ, ÀÌ ÀÏ¿¡ ´ëÇÑ »ç¶û ¶§¹®¿¡ I write my own rhymes 'cause I like this shit to death ³ ³ª¸¸ÀÇ ¶óÀÓÀ» ½á, Á×µµ·Ï ÀÌ°É ÁÁ¾ÆÇϱ⠶§¹®¿¡ Niggaz don't got respect, they just writin' the ceques ¾Æ¹«µµ ¸®½ºÆåÆ®°¡ ¾ø¾î, ±×µéÀº ±×Àú ¼öÇ¥¸¦ ¾µ »Ó I might sell 10 mill if I learned some stacks ¸¶¾àÀ» ÆÈ¸é 1000¸¸Àº ÆÈ ¼ö ÀÖÀ»Áö ¸ð¸£Áö And bleach my skin and front like I'm from the projects ±×·¯¸é ³» ÇǺθ¦ ÇϾé°Ô ÇÏ°í ºó¹Î°¡¿¡¼ ¿Â ô À߳ôÀ» ÇϰÚÁö But all I can be is me, and catch wreck ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ª´Â ³ª, ¸Ú´ë·Î¾ß As far as the eye can see, my whole set ´«¿¡ º¸ÀÌ´Â ¸¸ÅÀÌ, ³ªÀÇ ¹«´ë Screwball gang-stars, comin' in planes and cars ¹ÌÄ£ °»'½ºÅ¸', ºñÇà±â¿Í Â÷¸¦ Ÿ°í ¿Í Moet bottles with your brains on the ??? at the bar ¹Ù¿¡¼ Moet ¼úº´À» ´Ï ¸Ó¸® ¼Ó¿¡ ºÎ¾î³Ö¾î From now on, shit is gettin more real Áö±ÝºÎÅÍ, »óȲÀº ´õ¿í ½É°¢ÇØÁ® My niggaz in QB, I'm leaving you to heal QBÀÇ ³» Ä£±¸µé, ³× »óó¸¦ Ä¡À¯ÇØÁÙ°Ô 'cause I'm off the wall and I'm Illmaticly ill ³ ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ³ª¿Ô°í ºñÁ¤»óÀûÀ¸·Î ¸ÚÀְŵç [Chorus] [Female singer: x2] You know and I know, shit is real ³Êµµ ³ªµµ ¾Ë¾Æ, ÀÌ°Ç ÁøÂ¥¶ó°í Poet and Primo, them niggaz gon' ill Poet°ú Primo, ¾ÆÁÖ ¸ÚÁú°Å¾ß The whole industry's about, blacks and feal ÀÌ ¼¼°è´Â ÈæÀεéÀÌ ²Ë Àâ¾Ò¾î Poet and Primo, them niggaz gon' ill Poet°ú Primo, ¾ÆÁÖ ¸ÚÁú°Å¾ß You know, I know, we gonna ill [x2] ³Êµµ, ³ªµµ ¾Ë¾Æ, ¿ì¸° ¸ÚÁú°Å¾ß We're gonna ill... ¿ì¸° ¸ÚÁú°Å¾ß... |
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