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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [2pac]Letter to the President |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
Uhh.. dear Mr. President Uhh.. ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ Whas happenin? Àß Áö³»½Ã´ÂÁö? I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô ÆíÁö¸¦ ¾²´Â ÀÌÀ¯´Â, ³» µ¿³× »óȲÀÌ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ÁÀ °°¾Æ¼ ±×·¡¿ä Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected ´ç½ÅÀÌ ´ç¼±µÇ¾úÀ» ¶§¶û ²Ï³ª ºñ½ÁÇÏÁÒ Ain't nothin changed ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ º¯ÇÑ °Ô ¾ø¾î¿ä All the promises you made, before you got elected.. ´ç¼±µÇ±â Àü¿¡ ÇÑ ¾à¼Óµé, ¸ðµÎ´Ù.. .. they ain't came true .. Çö½ÇÀÌ µÈ °Ô ¾ø¾î¿ä ***Me and my homies is wonderin'...what's goin on? ³ª¿Í ³» Ä£±¸µéÀÌ ±Ã±ÝÇØÇÏÁÒ... ¹«½¼ ÀÏÀÌ ÀϾǰ¡¿ä? Holla... ¾îÀÌ... [2Pac] Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ (Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!) (³ª¿Í ³» Ä£±¸µéÀÌ ¹«½¼ ÀÏÀÌ ÀÏ¾î³ °ÇÁö ±Ã±ÝÇØÇÏÁÒ.. ¾îÀÌ!) Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ Send mo' troops.. ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? ±ØÀûÀ¸·Î Ç¥ÇöÇÒ ¼ö Àִµ¥, ¿Ö ³»°¡ °ÅÁþ¸»À» Çϰھî? Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized ¸ðµÎµé ³» °¡»ç¿¡ Èñ»ý¾çÀÌ µÇ¾î, Æ®¶ó¿ì¸¶¸¦ °æÇèÇßÁö Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious ·¦À» ÇÏ´Â °Í¸¸À¸·Î ³ ÃູÀ» ¹Þ¾Æ µ·À» ¹úÁö, ÀǽÉÀ¸·Î °¡µæÂù Àûµé cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches ¿Ö³Ä¸é ³ °³³âµéÀÇ ¹«¸®¿¡´Â °ÅÀÇ ³¢Áö ¾ÊÀ¸´Ï±î Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss ¶Ç ³»°¡ ¹¦»çÇÏ´Â °³³äµéÀº, ¾ÆÁÖ ½Ã°¢ÀûÀ̶ó, ³»°¡ µé·ÁÁÙ each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick °Íµé¿¡°Ô ¸ðµç ³âµé°ú Æ®¸¯µé¿¡ Ű½º¸¦ ¾È±æ ¼ö ÀÖÁö My heaviest verse'll move a mountain ³» °¡Àå ¹«°Ô ÀÖ´Â ·¦Àº »êÀÌ¶óµµ ¿òÁ÷¿© Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin ´ë·®À¸·Î »ý±â´Â ÇÇÇØÀÚµé, »ç¶÷µéÀº °è¼Ó ¼¿Å×Áö Fuck the friendships, I ride alone ¿ìÁ¤Àº ¿³¸Ô¾î, ³ È¥ÀÚ ´Þ·Á Destination Death Row, finally found a home ¸ñÀûÁö´Â »çÇü´ë, µåµð¾î ÁýÀ» ã¾Ò¾î Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia °Ô´Ù°¡ ³» Ä£±¸µéÀº ¸ðµÎ Á×±æ ¿øÇØ, ¾È¶ô»ç¶ó°í ¸»ÇÏÁö Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely ½ÅÀ̽ÿ©, °ÔÅä°¡ ¿ì¸®¸¦ ¾ó¸¶³ª ¾ÆÇÁ°Ô Çß´ÂÁö ºÁ¿ä, yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home ³ª´Â thug, ÆÄź ³ °¡Á¤ÀÇ ÀÛǰ Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on? ¸ðµÎ ¾à¿¡ ÃëÇØÀÖ¾î, À̺Á ´Ï°¡ ÇÇ¿ì´Â °Ç ¹¹¾ß? Figure if we high they can train us ¾Æ¹«·¡µµ ¿ì¸®°¡ ÃëÇØÀÖÀ¸¸é Àß ±æµé¿©Áö°ÚÁö but then America fucked up and blamed us ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¹Ì±¹Àº ¿³ °°ÀÌ ¿ì¸®¸¦ ºñ³Çß¾î I guess it's cause we black that we targets ¾Æ¹«·¡µµ ÈæÀÎÀÌ´Ï±î ¸ñÇ¥°¡ µÇ´Â °Å°ÚÁö My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit ³»°¡ µÎ·Á¿öÇÏ´Â °Ç ¿ÀÁ÷ ½Å, ³ °ÇÏ°Ô ¹ñ¾î³» In case you don't know, I let my pump go ´Ï°¡ ¸ô¶úÀ»±îºÁ ¾ê±âÇÏÀÚ¸é, ³ ¼¦°ÇÀ» »ç¿ëÇØ Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo Geronimo¸¦ Ÿ´Â °Íó·³ M'Thulu¸¦ Ÿ(?) Down to die, for everything I represent ³»°¡ ´ëÇ¥ÇÏ´Â ¸ðµç °ÍÀ» À§ÇØ Á×À» Áغñ´Â ³¡ Meant every word, in my letter to the President ÀÌ ´ëÅë·É¿¡°Ô º¸³»´Â ÆíÁöÀÇ, ¸ðµç ´Ü¾î´Â Áø½ÉÀÌÁö Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä (What should I do?) (³ ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÏÁö?) Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä [E.D.I. Amin] Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable ¿À ´ç½ÅÀº ¹é¾Ç°üÀÇ ÁÖÀÎ, Æí¾ÈÇÏ°Ô Àֱ⸦ cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out ³ª´Â ¹Û¿¡¼ ºÒµµ ¾È µé¾î¿À´Â, ¾ÈÀüÇÑ ¾îµÒ ¼Ó¿¡ under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless ¹ÌÄ£ À̵é°ú ¹«ÀÚºñÇÑ ÀÌµé »çÀÌ¿¡¼ ¹ãÀ» º¸³»°Åµç and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship ¾î¸° ÇüÁ¦µéÀº, ¿ìÁÖ¼± Å» Áغñ¸¦ ³¡³Â¾î Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless ¹ßÁø, ´Ù¸¥ ³ðµéÀ» ³³ÀÛÇÏ°Ô ¾²·¯¶ß·Á, Godless(?) I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that ³ µ·À» ¹ú¾î¾ßÇÏÁö¸¸, ´ç½ÅÀº ±×°É ÀÌÇØ ¸øÇØ Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt ·¦À» ±ÝÁöÇÏ°í ½Í´Ù°í? ¹°·¯¼, ´ÙÄ¡±â Àü¿¡ It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work ¸¶¸®È³ª¿Í ÀâÀÏ ¸»°í µ·À» ¹ú ¼ö ÀÖ´Â°Ô ±×°Í »ÓÀε¥ On a mission listen more chips my goal and position ³ Áö±Ý ÀÓ¹« Áß, ´õ ¸¹Àº µ·ÀÌ ³» ¸ñÇ¥ÀÌÀÚ À§Ä¡ First on my decision I realized the same nigga °áÁ¤ ÈÄ Ã³À½À¸·Î, ³ª´Â ½É°¢ÇÑ ¹ý ¼Ó¿¡ Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar Á¦´ë·Î ¸ø »ç´Â ³ðµéµµ µ·¹¶Ä¡¸¦ °¡Áö·Á´Â °ÍÀ» ¾Ë°Ô µÆÁö(?) Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better °³ÀڽĵéÀº °æÂûÀ» ¹Ì¿öÇØ, Àá±ñ, ³ª¾ÆÁö´Â°Ô ¾ø¾î But you keep, tellin us, that it is ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´ç½ÅÀº, ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô °è¼Ó, ³ª¾ÆÁø´Ù°í ¸»ÇÏÁö while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig ´ç½Å³× ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» ±º´ë°¡ ¿ì¸® ¾ÆÀ̵éÀ» °è¼Ó Á×À̴ϱî, ¾Ë°Ú¾î? Don't be surprised if you see us ¿ì¸®¸¦ º¸´õ¶óµµ ³î¶óÁö¸¶ Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker ¿ì¸± ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ÇÏ´Â°Ô ¹«±â »ÓÀΰ¡, °³ÀÚ½Ä¾Æ Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä [Kastro] Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke ¹«ÀåÇϰí ȳ ä, Èñ¸Áµµ ¾øÀÌ °¡½¿ÀÌ ¾ÆÇÁÁö Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so ³¡±îÁö ¸ÕÀú ½Î¿òÀ» ÇÏ´Â ³» ÈÆ·Ã¹ÞÀº µÎ³ú It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow Àû´ëÀûÀÌÁö, ¸ðµÎµé ¼úÀ» ¸¶½Ã¸é¼ ÃÑÀÇ ºÒ²ÉÀ» ºÁ Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals ¼øÂûÂ÷¸¦ ź ³ðµéÀº ¿ì¸± µ¿¹°Ã³·³ °¨½ÃÇÏÁö And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets ÆòÈ´Â ¾ø´Ù, ³» ÆòÈ´Â °Å¸®ÀÇ ´ÜÆí(?) to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks ½Î¿ì´Â »ç¶÷µé, ¸î ÁÖ µ¿¾È °°Àº ÁÖÁ¦·Î ¶°µéÁö Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, »·ÇÏÀݾÆ, ¾Æ¹«µµ ½Å°æÀ» ¾È ¾´´Ù°í for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair Çϼö±¸ ¼Ó¿¡¼ÀÇ ½Î¿ò, 22»ì¿¡ ¹é¹ßÀÌ »ý°Ü I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale ³ Áö¿ÁÀ» ¸¸µå´Â ¹ýÀ» ¹è¿ü¾î, ³» ½ÉÀåÀº ¾àÇÏ°í ½â¾î°¬Áö So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail ±×·¯´Ï ½ÉÀåÀÌ ¸ØÃâ ¶§±îÁö Áö±¸¿¡ Áö¿ÁÀ» °¡Á®¿À°Ú¾î But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¸ðµÎ °øÆòÇÏ°Ô ÇØºÁ, ³» °ÍÀº ³»°Ô·Î, ´ç½ÅµéÀÌ Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here ½Å°æÀ» ¾´´Ù´Â °É º¸¿©ÁÙ ¶§±îÁö, ¿©±ä ³ÀåÆÇÀÏ°Å¾ß Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease ³ª¿Í ÀÌ 223's´Â ½±°Ô °Å´ëÇÑ À̸¦ ¸ØÃßÁö I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees ³ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ´ç½ÅÀÌ µÎ·Á¿öÇÏ´Â ³à¼®, Áü½ÂÀ» ¹«¸ ²Ý°Ô ¸¸µé¾î and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent ±×¸®°í ³ ÀÌ ¸ðµç°É º¸¿©ÁÖ·¯ ž¾î, Çϴÿ¡¼ ¿Â Á¸Àç´Ï±î And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President ±×¸®°í ÀÌ ´ëÅë·É¿¡°Ô, º¸³»´Â ÆíÁöÀÇ, ¸ðµç ´Ü¾îµéÀº Áø½ÉÀ̶ó°í Shit is still fucked up y'all ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ¿©±ä ¿³°°¾Æ And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better ´ç½Å³×µéµµ »óȲÀÌ ³ª¾ÆÁú±î ±Ã±ÝÇϰÚÁö¸¸ and it ain't gon' get better ³ª¾ÆÁöÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß [2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up.. ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À».. Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly ÇÏ´À´Ô ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô ¸»ÇÒ°Ô ÀÖ¾î¿ä I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me? ´ëÅë·ÉÀ» ¸¸³ª°í ½ÍÀºµ¥, ±×°¡ ³ª¸¦ ¸¸³ªÁÙ±î¿ä? He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga ±×´Â ThugÀÇ ´« ¼ÓÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸±æ µÎ·Á¿öÇÏÁÒ We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin ¿ì¸° ÀÌ ÀÚº»ÁÖÀÇÀû ¸¶¾à °Å·¡ ¼Ó¿¡ Èñ»ý¾çÀÌ µÇ´Âµ¥ ÁöÃÆ¾î¿ä How hypocritical is Liberty? ÀÚÀ¯ÀÇ ¿©½Å»óÀº ¾ó¸¶³ª À§¼±ÀÚÀÎÁö? That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me ±× ´«¸Õ ³âÀÌ ³»°Ô ÇØÁØ°Ô ¹¹°¡ ÀÖ´ÂÁö My history, full of casket and scars ³» ¿ª»ç´Â, °ü°ú ÈäÅÍ·Î °¡µæ á¾î My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars ÀÌ °ËÀº ³ª¶ó´Â ÀüÀï Áß, öâ¿¡ °¤Èù °¡Á· And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard ±×µéÀº ¿Ö ¿ì¸®°¡ ´ÙÃÆ´ÂÁö ±Ã±ÝÇØÇØ, °ÇÑ ´«ºû Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God? ´©ÀÌ´Â ¾î·Á¼ ¾Æ±â¸¦ °¡Á³´Âµ¥, ½ÅÀº ¾îµð ÀÖ¾úÁö? Somewhere in the middle of my mind ³» ¸¶À½ ÇѺ¹ÆÇ ¾îµò°¡¿¡ is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him die ¹åÁÙ¿¡ ¹¿©, Á׿©´Þ¶ó°í ¼Ò¸®Áö¸£´Â À̰¡ ÀÖÁö Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood °ÅÁþ¸»Àº ¸øÇØ, ³ thug, ÇÇ ¼Ó¿¡ ¼ûÀÌ ¸·Çô°¡ Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs ¾ö¸¶°¡ ¸¶¾à¿¡ ÃëÇÑ ÀÌÀ¯¸¦ ãÀ¸·Á°í ÇÏÁö Down to die, for everything I represent ³»°¡ ´ëÇ¥ÇÏ´Â ¸ðµç °Íµé¿¡, Á×À» Áغñ°¡ µÆ¾î Meant every word, in my letter to the President ´ëÅë·É¿¡°Ô º¸³»´Â ÆíÁöÀÇ, ¸ðµç ´Ü¾îµéÀº Áø½É [Big Syke] Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low? ÈæÀεéÀº °¡³ÇØ, ¿ì¸®°¡ Àú±ÞÇÏ°Ô »ç´Â°Ô Àå³ °°¾Æ? Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'? ³Ê³×µéÀº ¾à ³¿»õ¸¦ ¸Ã°í ´©±¼ °ø°ÝÇÏ´ÂÁö È«º¸Çϳª? Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid ºñ¼¿¡°Ô ¸»ÇØ, ¿ì¸®°¡ µ· ¹ö´Â °Ç ¾î¿ ¼ö ¾ø´Ù°í Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed ´Ï°¡ ¹» Çß´ÂÁö ºÁºÁ, ÃÑ¿¡ ¸ÂÀº ¾î¸° ¾ÆÀ̵é Day after day, and night after night ¸ÅÀÏ ³·, ±×¸®°í ¸ÅÀÏ ¹ã Battles and wars to the daylight ´ë³·¿¡µµ ¹ú¾îÁö´Â ÀüÀï°ú ÅõÀï We might change and rearrange if you do somethin ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹º°¡ ÇÏ¸é ¿ì¸®µµ º¯ÈÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖÀ»ÅÙµ¥ Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President ±×¶§±îÁö ¿ì¸° °è¼Ó ÀÌ·¸°Ô »ì°Å¾ß, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ Hehe And I meant every word in my letter to the President ´ëÅë·É¿¡°Ô º¸³»´Â ÀÌ ÆíÁöÀÇ ¸ðµç ´Ü¾îµéÀº Áø½ÉÀ̶ó°í [2Pac] Word motherfuckin life ±×·¡ ¸Â¾Æ Fuck this nigga think? ¹» »ý°¢ÇÏ´ÂÁö »ó°ü ¾ø³ª? Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare ¼¼±ÝÀ» »¯°í, º¸Á¶±ÝÀ» »¯°í We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin? ¿ì¸° ±×³É ¿©±â ¾É¾Æ¼, °¡³ÇÏ°Ô »ì´Ù ±¾¾îÁ×¾î¾ßÇϳª? Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin scout °³ÀڽĵéÀº Á¤Âûº´º¸´Ù ´õ ¹ÌÃÄÀÖ¾î Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga ¿ì¸° Thug Life, ¼ºÎÀÇ Outlaw Immortalz We fin' to hustle til we come up À§·Î ³ª¿Ã ¶§±îÁö °è¼Ó ´Þ¸®Áö Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do, ´ëÅë·É °¢ÇÏ, ¹» ÇØ¾ßÇÒÁö ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä, These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä Dear Mr. Clinton, shit Ŭ¸°ÅÏ ¾¾, Á¨Àå It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker °Å¸®¿¡¼ µ·À» ¹ö´Â °ÍÀº to make a dollar in these here streets °è¼Ó °è¼Ó Èûµé¾îÁö°í I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace Á¨Àå, Æòȸ¦ ºÎ¸£Â¢±ä ÇÏÁö¸¸ But we can't find peace ãÀ» ¼ö°¡ ¾øÀÝ¾Æ til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece °Å¸®ÀÇ ³» ¾î¸° ³à¼®µé¿¡°Ô, ÃÑÀ» ±¸ÇØ I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me ³» ¸»ÀÌ ºÐ¸í µé¸±°Å¾ß, ¾È µé¸®±â¿£ ³»°¡ ³Ê¹« °¡±îÀÌ ÀÖÀ¸´Ï±î So why don't you help a nigga out? ¿ì¸®¸¦ µµ¿ÍÁÖ´Â°Ô ¾î¶§? Sayin you cuttin welfare º¸Á¶±ÝÀ» ´õ ±ð¾Æ³»¸°´Ù°í That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care? ±×·¸°Ô »ç¶÷µéÀº °Å¸®·Î ³»¸ô·Á, ´©°¡ ½Å°æÀ» ¾²°Ú¾î? Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks Á¨Àå, ³Ê³×µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ÃѰú ¾àÀ» ³»·Á³õ±æ ¹Ù¶óÁö¸¸ but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô µ·À» ÁÙ Áغñ´Â Çϳªµµ ¾È µÇ¾îÀÖÁö What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? ¿ì¸®ÀÇ 40¿¡ÀÌÄ¿¿Í ´ç³ª±Í´Â ¾î¶»°Ô µÈ°ÅÁö? *40 acres and a mule - ³ë¿¹ ÇØ¹æ Á÷ÈÄ ÈæÀε鿡°Ô ÁÖ¾îÁø º¸»óÀÎ 40¿¡ÀÌÄ¿ÀÇ ¶¥°ú ´ç³ª±Í ÇÑ ¸¶¸®. ÀÌÈÄ Á¸½¼ ´ëÅë·É ¶§ 40¿¡ÀÌÄ¿ÀÇ ¶¥Àº ´Ù½Ã ¹éÀÎ ÁöÁÖ¿¡°Ô·Î µ¹¾Æ°¬´Ù°í ÇÕ´Ï´Ù. We ain't stupid ¿ì¸° ¹Ùº¸°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß Think you got us lookin to lose ¿ì¸®°¡ °ð ÆÐ¹èÇÒ °Í °°Áö Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops ¾î¸° ÈæÀεé±îÁö ¸ðµÎ ±º´ë·Î ¹Ù²Ù·Á°í You want us to fight your war ´ç½ÅÀº ´ç½ÅÀÇ ÀüÀïÀ» ¿ì¸®°¡ ½Î¿öÁÖ±æ ¿øÇØ What the fuck I'm fightin for? ´ëü ¿Ö ³»°¡ ½Î¿ì°í Àִ°ÅÁö? Shit, I ain't got no love here Á¨Àå, ¿©±â¼± »ç¶û µûÀ§ ¸ø ´À²¸ I ain't had a check all year 1³â µ¿¾È ¼öÇ¥ ±¸°æµµ ¸ø Çߴµ¥ Taxin, all the blacks and ¸ðµç ÈæÀε鿡°Ô ¸Å°ÜÁö´Â ¼¼±Ý°ú police beatin me in the streets °Å¸®¿¡¼ ³¯ ÆÐ´Â °æÂûµé Fuck peace ÆòÈ µûÀ§ Áý¾îÃÄ These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops ¸ðµÎµé °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¼Òµ¿À» ÇÇ¿ìÁÒ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ±º´ë¸¦ º¸³»ºÁ¿ä |
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