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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Nas]You Can't Kill Me |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
[Intro] Yeah yeah yeah yeah y'all... New York City... Yeah yeah yeah yeah ¸ðµÎµé... ´º¿å½Ã... Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight... ¿À´Ã¹ãÀº ¾îµð °¥±î º¸°í ÀÖ´Â ÁßÀ̾ß... The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world... ¿Â¼¼»ó¿¡¼ °¡Àå À¯¸íÇÑ µµ½Ã... The other night, nigga was at Lotus... ¾î´À³¯ ¹ã¿£, ¾î¶² ³ðÀÌ Lotus¿¡ ÀÖ¾ú´Âµ¥.. I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there, you know... Dom P¿¡ ÃëÇØ¼ P¸¦ ºÒ·¶´Ü ¸»ÀÌÁö, ±×·¡.. But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo ±Ùµ¥ ´Ù¸¥ ³¯¿¡ °¬¾ú´ø »õ·Î¿î ¼úÁýÀ» ãÀº°Å¾ß, yo Check it out check it out how it went µé¾îºÁ, ¾î¶»°Ô µÈ ÀÏÀÎÁö µé¾îºÁ [Verse 1] It was just cool like, smooth night wit' my jewels bright ±×³¯Àº ±×³É, º¸¼®ÀÌ ¹à°Ô ºû³ª´Â ±ò²ûÇÑ ´À³¦ÀÇ ¹ãÀ̾úÁö Goons left goons right, coupe wit' blue lights Á¿쿣 ¸ÛûÀ̵é, ÆÄ¶õ ºÒÀ» Ų Coupe Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls °ËÀº ÁøÁÖ¸¦ Âù ¸øµÈ ¿©ÀÚµé, ¿ì¸®¸¦ À¯È¤ÇØ Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off ±×µé°ú ÇÑÅÁ Áñ±â·Á ÁýÀ¸·Î µ¥·Á´ÙÁáÁö In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro ±×°÷¿¡¼ ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ¿½ÉÈ÷ ¸¸µé ¶§ Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass ±×³à´Â ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ ÀÔ Å« ¹è½º(¹°°í±â)ó·³ ¹ú·È¾î Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast À¯¸®ÀÜ¿¡ ´ã±ä ¿ÍÀÎÀ» ¸¶½Ã¸ç, Teddy Pendergrass À½¾ÇÀÌ ¿ï·ÁÆÛÁö´Âµ¥ When the phone ring, the house lights flash ÀüȰ¡ ¿ï¸®°í, Áý ºÒÀÌ È¯È÷ ÄÑÁö³× Turned down the sound, let's get down to bidness º¼·ýÀ» ³·Ãß°í, ÀÏÀ» ½ÃÀÛÇØº¼±î Shit about to go down wit' some foul niggaz ¶Ç ´õ·¯¿î ³ðµé »ó´ë·Î ¹º°¡ ÅÍÁö·Á³ªºÁ What the voice said, "what up pop? Who want it?" ³» ¸ñ¼Ò¸®´Â "¹«½¼ ÀÏÀ̾ß? ´©°¡ ¿øÇѵ¥?" I put the guap up, get the boy popped ¸ö¿¡ ÈûÀÌ µé¾î°¡(?), ±×³ðÀ» ¾ø¾Ù »ý°¢¿¡ He say "son stop, it's dudes you feedin' ±×°¡ ¸»ÇßÁö "À̺Á Àá±ñ¸¸, ´Ï°¡ ¸Ô¿©»ì¸®´Â Ä£±¸µéÀÌ¾ß Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'" ±Ùµ¥ ±×³ðÀÌ µý ³ðÀ» ¸ÔÀ̰í ÀÖ°í, °Â³×°¡ Àß ¸ÔÁú ¾Ê°í ÀÖ¾î'" (?) Dog, why you callin' me? This our food À̺Á, ¿Ö ³ªÇÑÅ× ÀüÈÇѰžß? ÀÌ°Ç ¿ì¸® À½½ÄÀÌÀÝ¾Æ You, handle the mouths that it trickles down to ´Ï°¡, ±× À½½ÄµéÀÌ µé¾î°¡´Â ÀÔÀ» ó¸®ÇØ Niggaz want beef, I want some of that cow too ±×³ðµéÀº ½Î¿òÀ» ¿øÇØ, ³ªµµ ±× ¼Ò°í±â(=beef)¸¦ ¿øÇØ But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich ÇÏÁö¸¸ Áö±Ý ³ ¿ÕÀÚ°°ÀÌ Â÷·ÁÀÔ¾úÁö, °£´ÜÈ÷ ¸»ÇØ ºÎÀÚ Don't bother me wit' silly shit, call Rico ¹Ùº¸°°Àº °É·Î ±ÍÂú°Ô ÇÏÁö¸¶, Rico¸¦ ºÒ·¯ He said "it IS Rico, of all people ±×°¡ ¸»ÇßÁö "À̰ŠRico ¾ê±â¾ß Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor ¾ö¸¶ÇÑÅ× ¸ðÇÇÄÚÆ® »çÁÖ°í, ½ÃÀå¿¡°Ô ÀüÈ °É¾î¼ To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather" Á˸¦ »ç¸éÇØ´Þ¶ó°í Çß´ë, Àڱ⠾ƵéÀÇ ´ëºÎ¶ó´õ±º" Said the nigga shot up my cars °Ô´Ù°¡ ³» Â÷¿¡µµ ÃÑÀ» ½ú´ë Last night he laid for me to come out my doors? ¾îÁ¦ ±×·¸°Ô ¹® ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ³ª¿À¶ó°í ±¸½½¸®´õ´Ï? [Chorus] Niggaz always on that bullshit ³ðµéÀº Ç×»ó ±×·± ÇêÁþÀ» ÇØ To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip ²ËÂù źâÀ» ¿°í ½Í°Ô ¸¸µé¸¸Å Niggaz always on that bullshit ³ðµéÀº Ç×»ó ±×·± ÇêÁþÀ» ÇØ Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit Áö±ÝÀº ´Ï Àå·Ê½Ä, ¸ñ»ç°¡ ´Ü À§¿¡ ¿Ã¶ó¼¹³× Niggaz always on that bullshit ³ðµéÀº Ç×»ó ±×·± ÇêÁþÀ» ÇØ To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip ²ËÂù źâÀ» ¿°í ½Í°Ô ¸¸µé¸¸Å Niggaz always on that bullshit ³ðµéÀº Ç×»ó ±×·± ÇêÁþÀ» ÇØ Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit Áö±ÝÀº ´Ï Àå·Ê½Ä, ¸ñ»ç°¡ ´Ü À§¿¡ ¿Ã¶ó¼¹³× You can't kill me ³Í ³¯ ¸ø Á׿© [Verse 2] High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass? ÃëÇÑ Ã¤, ¸ÚÁö°Ô, Ä£±¸¿¡°Ô »§À̳ª ¼úÀ» ÁÙ±î? Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half µ·À» Á¢¾î, ³Í ±ºÀÎÀÇ ¹Ý(?)À̶õ °É µé¾îº¸Áö ¸øÇß°ÚÁö You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, Balderdash ¾µµ¥¾ø´Â ¾ê±â, ¹Ùº¸°°Àº °Íµé, Çê¼Ò¸® I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on ³ ºÒÀ» ºÙ¿©, ¸¶¸®È³ª°¡ ŸÁö, ÀÚÄÏÀ» ÀÔ°í The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don ¿°¼ÒÀÚ¸®ÀÇ ¾Æµé(?), ³» ¾Æ¹öÁö´Â ±ÍÁ· What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah ±×ÀÇ ÀÚ½ÄÀÌ ¹¹°¡ µÇ¾ú´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇØ? °ÅÁö? ¾Æ´ÏÁö Packed the nines, yo this nigga's asinine ÃÑÀ» ì°Ü, yo ÀÌ »õ³¢ ¿ìµÐÇϱº Smack ya mom, relaxed and calm, then mack ya mom ´Ï ¾ö¸¶¸¦ ¶§·Á, Â÷ºÐÇÑ »óÅ·Î, ±×´ÙÀ½ µû¸Ô¾î In a casket, you'll get ya fashion on °ü ¾È¿¡¼±, ±×·¡µµ ÆÐ¼Ç Â÷¸° °Íó·³ º¸ÀϰŴ٠You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die Á¤Àå°ú ³ØÅ¸À̸¦ ÀÔ°í, Á×À»Å״ϱî You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' wit' Nas Nas¶û ½Î¿ì´Ù°¡´Â ±¸´õ±â°¡ ÆÄ¸®°¡ µÇ´Â Àå¼Ò¸¦ Á¦°øÇϰÚÁö Remember anyone can get it at anytime ±â¾ïÇØ ´©±¸µç ¾ðÁ¦µç ´çÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie ¸ÓÀú¸®µéÀº À̸§À» ºÎ¸£¸ç ³î·Á, Áö³×µµ °ÅÁþ¸»ÇÏ¸é¼ Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are ¿Ü·Î¿î ½ºÅ¸¿Í ¸¸³ª(?), ´Ï »À°¡ ¸¶±¸ Âõ±âÁö So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-O-1? ±×·¡ ¾î¶»°Ô C-Z-P-O-1À¸·ÎºÎÅÍ µµ¸ÁÄ¡·Á°í? In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser ÁøÂ¥ ÃÑÀâÀ̵éÀÇ »çÀÌ¿¡¼, ³Í ÆÐÀÚ¾ß Merk you wit'cha own shooters ´Ï ÃÑÀ¸·Î ³Î ºñ¿ô¾îÁÙ°Ô All you want is a name, pissed and insane ´Ï°¡ ¿øÇÏ´Â °Ç ¿ÀÁ÷ ¸í¼º, ȳª°í ¹ÌÄ£ ³ð My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen ³» º¸¾È ½Ã½ºÅÛ, ³» ³îÀÌÅÍ´Â º®³·Î, µé¾îºÁ Then it goin' off, start spittin' ±×¸®°ï ½ÃÀÛµÅ, ºÒÀ» »Õ¾î Niggaz try to bring it where I live in ³ðµéÀº ³»°¡ »ç´Â °÷¿¡¼ ÀÏÀ» ¹úÀÌ·ÁÇÏÁö Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at ³Î ¹Ï¾ú´Âµ¥, ÀÌÁ¨ ´Ï°¡ »ç´Â ÁýÀ» ´Ù ¾ËÁö So we waited wit' the cigs blat, blat, blat! ±×·¡¼ ¿ì¸° ¾¾°¡¸¦ Å¿ì¸é¼ ±â´Ù·È¾î Æã, Æã, Æã! [Chorus] {*"You can't kill me" to fade*} ("³Í ³¯ ¸ø Á׿©") |
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