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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [50 Cent]Many Men |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
[Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man Á¨Àå, ¹º°¡ ¸ÔÀ» °Í Á» »ç¾ß°Ú¾î I'm hungry as a motherfucker ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» Á¤µµ·Î ¹è°íÆÄ [50 Cent] Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son? À̺Á, ¹¹°¡ ±×·¸°Ô ¿À·¡ °É¸®´Â °Å¾ß? Á¨Àå [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come 50, ÁøÁ¤ÇØ, Àú±â ±× ³ðÀÌ ¿Â´Ù [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? ¾Æ, ¿À, ÀÌ°Ô ¹¹¾ß!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! ¾Æ! ÀÓ¸¶, ¸ØÃç! ¸ØÃç! [Intro: 50 Cent - singing] Many men, wish death upon me ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀÌ, ³»°¡ Á×±æ ¿øÇÏÁö Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see ³» ´«¿¡ Çǰ¡ µé¾î°¡¼, ¾ÕÀÌ ¾È º¸¿© I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be ³ ³» ¿î¸í´ë·Î »ì·Á°í Çϰí ÀÖ¾î And niggaz trying to take my life away »ç¶÷µéÀº ³» ¸ñ¼ûÀ» »©¾ÑÀ¸·Á°í ÇØ I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me ³ª¶û Àå³Ä¡·Á ÇÏ´ø ³ð¿¡°Ô ±¸¸ÛÀ» ¶Õ¾î My back on the wall, now you gon' see ³ º®¿¡ µîÀ» ±â´ò¾î, ÀÌÁ¨ ¾Ë°Ô µÉ °Å¾ß Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me ´Ï°¡ ¸»ÇÏ´Â °Å, ³ª¿¡ ´ëÇØ¼ ¸»ÇÒ ¶© Á¶½ÉÇØ¾ßÇØ Cause I'll come and take your life away ³»°¡ ³Ê¿¡°Ô °¡¼ ¸ñ¼ûÀ» »©¾ÑÀ»Å×´Ï Many men, many, many, many, many men ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀÌ, ¸¹Àº, ¸¹Àº, ¸¹Àº, ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀÌ Wish death 'pon me ³»°¡ Á×±æ ¿øÇÏÁö Lord I don't cry no more ½ÅÀÌ¿© ³ ´õ ÀÌ»ó ¿ïÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Don't look to the sky no more ÇÏ´ÃÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸Áöµµ ¾Ê¾Æ Have mercy on me ³»°Ô ÀÚºñ°¡ Àֱ⸦ [Verse One] Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head ÀÚ ÀÌ ³âµéÀÌ ³» ¸ñ¿¡ µ·À» °É°í ÀÖ¾î Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead »¡¸® °¡¼ ÆÇµ·À» ì°Ü¶ó, ³ Á×Áö ¾Ê¾Ò°Åµç I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found ³ª´Â ¾ÆÁ÷ ¹ß°ß ¾È µÈ, ÁøÈë ¼ÓÀÇ ´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµå I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned ³ª´Â ¾ð´õ±×¶ó¿îµå ¿Õ ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿Õ°üÀÌ ¾ÆÁ÷ ¾øÁö When I rhyme, something special happen every time ³»°¡ ¶óÀÓÇÒ ¶§¸¶´Ù, ¹«¾ð°¡ Ưº°ÇÑ ÀÏÀÌ ÀϾ I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime ³ ÃÖ°í¾ß, ¸¶Ä¡ AliÀÇ Àü¼º±âó·³ I walk the block with the bundles ³ ¹«¸®¸¦ Áö¾î °Å¸®¸¦ °É¾î´Ù³à I've been knocked on the humble ³»°¡ ÃʶóÇÏ´Ù°í ÇØ¼ ±×µéÀº ³¯ ¶§·ÈÁö Swing the ox when I rumble ¸¶Ä¡ Ȳ¼Òó·³ ³ ¾ÕÀ¸·Î ´Ù°¡°¡ Show your ass what my gun do ³× ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ¿¡, ³» ÃÑÀÌ ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ÀÏÀ» º¸¿©Áá¾î Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head ³ ¼ºÁú ±ú³ª ÀÖ¾î, ±×·¡ ÇØºÁ¶ó, ¸ñÀÌ ¶³¾îÁ® ³ª°¥°É Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs µîÀ» µ¹·Á¶ó, ±×·¯¸é ÇÑ ´ë ¸Â°í ´Ù¸®¸¦ ÀÒÀ»°Å¾ß I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder ³ Ç㸮¿¡ ÃÑÀ» Â÷°í, ¾î±ú¿¡ ¿©ºÐÀÇ ÃѾËÀ» °¡Áö°í ´Ù³à Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over ³×°¡ ³» ¾ó±¼¿¡ ÇÑ ¹æ ½÷ÁÙ ¶§±îÁø, ÀÌ ³â¾Æ, ½Î¿òÀº ³¡³ªÁö ¾Ê¾Æ [Chorus - singing] Many men, many, many, many, many men ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀÌ, ¸¹Àº, ¸¹Àº, ¸¹Àº, ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀÌ Wish death 'pon me ³»°¡ Á×±æ ¿øÇÏÁö Lord I don't cry no more ½ÅÀÌ¿© ³ ´õ ÀÌ»ó ¿ïÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Don't look to the sky no more ÇÏ´ÃÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸Áöµµ ¾Ê¾Æ Have mercy on me ³»°Ô ÀÚºñ°¡ Àֱ⸦ Have mercy on my soul ³» ¿µÈ¥¿¡ ÀÚºñ°¡ Àֱ⸦ Somewhere my heart turned cold ¾îµò°¡¿¡ ³» ¸¶À½ÀÌ Â÷°¡¿öÁ³¾î Have mercy on many men ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µé¿¡°Ô ÀÚºñ°¡ Àֱ⸦ Many, many, many, many men ¸¹Àº, ¸¹Àº, ¸¹Àº, ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀÌ Wish death 'pon me ³»°¡ Á×±æ ¿øÇÏÁö [Verse Two] Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain ºñ¸¸ ¾È ³»·È´õ¶ó¸é, ¸î¸î ³¯Àº Ưº°ÇÑ ³¯ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾úÀ» °Å¾ß Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain °íÅ븸 ¾Æ´Ï¾ú´õ¶ó¸é, Áñ°Å¿òÀÌ ±×·¸°Ô ÁÁÁöµµ ¾Ê¾ÒÀ» °Å¾ß Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard Á×À½Àº ½¬¿ï °Å¾ß, »îÀ̶õ ¾î·Æ°Åµç It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred ³×°Ô À°Ã¼ÀûÀ¸·Î, Á¤½ÅÀûÀ¸·Î, °¨Á¤ÀûÀ¸·Î »óó¸¦ ³²±âÁö This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars À̰ÍÀº °Å¸®¿¡ »ç´Â, ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ¿ì´Â Ä£±¸µé ¾ê±â¾ß For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars °¨±ÝµÈ, °¨¿ÁÀÇ Ã¢»ì µÚ¿¡ ÀÖ´Â »ç¶÷µé I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear ½Åµµ ³ª¸¦ ½ÉÆÇÇÒ ¼ø ¾øÀ» °Å¾ß, ³ È®½ÇÇÏ°Ô º¸À̰ŵç Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years ÀÌ ÃѾ˵éÀÌ ³» ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ¿¡ 100³âµ¿¾È »óó¸¦ ³²±æ°É I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don ³ GoodfellasÀÇ Paulie °°¾Æ, ³¯ DonÀ̶ó°í ºÒ·¯µµ µÅ Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Àý´ë Malcolm °°Áö´Â ¾Ê¾Æ, ³» ¼Õ¹Ù´Ú¿£ ÃÑÀÌ °Ü´²Á® ÀÖ¾î Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me SlimÀº ³ª¶û ÀÚ¸®¸¦ ¹Ù²å¾î, »ç¶÷µé°ú Ä£ÇØÁú ¼ö ÀÖµµ·Ï I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? ±¦ÂúÀº ÁÙ ¾Ë¾Ò´Âµ¥, ¿Ö ³»°¡ Á×´Â °É ¿øÇÏ´Â °ÅÁö? [Chorus] [Verse Three] Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back ¸ÅÀϹ㠳ª´Â ÇÏ´À´Ô¿¡°Ô ¸»À» ÇÏÁö¸¸, ±×´Â ´ë´äÀ» ¾È ÇØ I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat ±×°¡ ³¯ º¸È£Çϰí ÀÖ´Ù´Â °Ç ¾ËÁö¸¸, ¾ÆÁ÷ ³ ³» ±ÇÃÑÀ» Àâ°í ÀÖ¾î In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me ¾Ç¸ù ¼Ó¿¡¼, ¿©·¯ »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ¾ø¾Ö·ÁÇØ Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me ¶Ç ¹Ùº¸°°Àº ¸»À» Áö²¬À̰í, ³ª¸¦ ¼ÓÀÌ·Á µé¾î The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot 2PacÀÌ ÃÑ¿¡ ¸Â¾ÒÀ» ¶§, °æÂûÀº ±×¸® ¸¹ÀÌ ¾ËÁö ¸øÇßÁö I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked TuckÀÌ ¾²·¯Á³´Ù°í ¸»ÇÏ´ø ÆæÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ, ³ ¿¬À» ¾ò¾ú¾î I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time ¾ðÁ¦³ª ³Ê³× °³Àڽĵ鿡°Ô ½ºÆç¸µÀ» ¾Ë·ÁÁÖ±ä ½È¾î Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines ³Ê ¹®¸ÍÀ̾ß? µµ´ëü ¿äÁö¸¦ ¾ËÁö ¸øÇÏ´Ù´Ï In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around ¼º°æ¿¡¼ ¸»Çϱæ, »Ñ¸°´ë·Î °ÅµÐ´Ù°í ÇÏÁö Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down °ÅÀÇ ³ª¸¦ ¸ÂÃâ »· Çß´ø ±×´Â 3ÁÖ ÈÄ ÃÑ¿¡ ¸Â¾Æ ¼ûÁ³¾î Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason ÀÚ ³»°¡ ¿©±â¿¡ ÀÖ´Ù´Â °ÍÀº È®½ÇÇØ 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing ±× ³ðµµ ³ªÃ³·³ È÷Æ®¸¦ ÃÆÁö¸¸, ÀÌÁ¨ ´õ ÀÌ»ó ¼ûÀ» ½¬Áö ¾ÊÀÝ¾Æ [Chorus] |
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