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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [2Pac]Still I Rise |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
Dear Lord ½ÅÀ̽ÿ© As we down here, struggle for as long as we know ¿ì¸®°¡ ¿©±â ¾Æ·¡¼, ³¡¾øÀÌ ¹ß¹öµÕÄ¡¸é¼ In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J) ³«¿øÀ» ¸¸Áö°í ½Í¾î ã¾Æ´Ù´ÏÁö¸¸ (³» Ä£±¸ Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go ²ÞÀº ²ÞÀ̰í, ¿ÀÁ÷ °¥ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â °÷Àº Çö½Ç »ÓÀÎ °Å °°Áö The only place for us ¿ì¸®°¡ °¥ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â À¯ÀÏÇÑ °÷ I know, try to make the best of bad situations ³ªµµ ¾Ë¾Æ, ³ª»Û »óȲÀ» Àß È°¿ëÇÏ·Á°í ¾Ö¾²´Â °Í Seems to be my life's story ÀÌ°Ô ³» »îÀÇ À̾߱â Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain °íÅë¿¡ ¿µ±¤Àº ¾øÁö, ÇêµÇÀÌ Èê·ÁÁö´Â ¿ë»çÀÇ À̾߱â And can't nobody live this life for me ¾Æ¹«µµ ÀÌ »îÀ» ³¯ À§ÇØ »ì¾ÆÁÙ ¼ö ¾øÁö It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride ÀÌ ±æÀº ±æ°í Èûµé¾î [2Pac] Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen ´©°¡ ³¯ ±ú¿öÁà, ³ ²ÞÀ» ²Ù°í ÀÖ¾î, Á¤ÀڷκÎÅÍ ½ÃÀÛÇØ Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin À§·Î Çì¾öÃİ¡´Ù, Àڱÿ¡ ¾ÈÂøÇßÁö, ±×µ¿¾È À§¿¡¼ on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop ¼Ò¸®Áö¸£´ø°Ç ¾Æºü, ¸ØÃß¶ó°í ÇÏ´ø°Ç ¾ö¸¶ From a single drop, this is what they got ´Ü ÇÑ ¹æ¿ï·Î ÀÎÇØ, ÀÌ·± °á°ú°¡ ÀϾÁö Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser ±×µéÀ» ¿åÇϱâ´Â ½ÈÁö¸¸ ¾Æºü´Â ÆÐ¹èÀÚ¿´¾î Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her ±×°¡ ¾ö¸¶¸¦ À§ÇØ °¡Áø °èȹÀ̶ó°ï ¼½½º¿Í Çдë Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me ¾î¸± ÀûÀ̾úÁö¸¸, ±×°¡ ³ª¿¡ ´ëÇØ ¹«½¼ »ý°¢À» ÇÏ´ÂÁø ¾Ë ¼ö ÀÖ¾úÁö Stranded on welfare, another broken family º¸Á¶±ÝÀ¸·Î ±Ù±ÙÈ÷ À̾´Â, ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ ÆÄ±«µÈ °¡Á¤ Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion ³ ¹«¾ùÀÌ µÇ¾ßÇÒ±î, ÀÌ ¶ß°Å¿î ¿±â ¼Ó¿¡ ž Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass ¾ö¸¶´Â ÀÓ½ÅÇß°í, ¾Æºü´Â ´Ù¸¥ ¿©ÀÚ¸¦ ã¾Ò°í Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me ÀÌ·± ½ÃÀÛÀ» ºÁ, ¾Æ¹«µµ ³»°Ô ½Å°æÀ» ¾È ½á Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me ¼Õ¿¡´Â ÃÑÀÌ µé·ÁÀÖÁö, ÀÌ ÀÜÀÎÇÑ ¼¼»ó ³ª ¾øÀ̵µ ±¦Âú¾Æ How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus ¾î¶»°Ô »ì¾Æ³²À» ¼ö ÀÖÀ»±î? ¹éÀÎ ¿¹¼ö¿¡°Ô ¹°¾î will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us ¿ì¸° »ì±î Á×À»±î, ½ÅÀº ¿ì¸± ¸ø º¸´Âµ¥ in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine ºó¹Î°¡ÀÇ Â£Àº ¸Ô±¸¸§¿¡ °¡·ÈÀݾÆ, ÇÞºûÀÌ ¾ø¾î No sunny days and we only play sometimes ¸¼Àº ³¯µµ ¾ø°í, ¸ðµÎ°¡ ÀÚ°í ÀÖÀ» ¶§ When everybody's sleepin °¡²û ³î ¼ö ÀÖÀ»»Ó I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin ³ â¹®À» ¿°í °Å¸®·Î ¶Ù¾î, ±×¸®°ï ¼û¾î´Ù³à I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone »ì°Å³ª Áװųª, Á×±â Àü¿¡ µ·À̳ª Á» ¸¸Á®ºÃÀ¸¸é I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own ¾ÆÁ÷ 19»ì, Ȧ·Î ¼º°øÇÏ·Á°í ¾Ö¾²Áö on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks ¸ðµÎµé, ±×µéÀÇ ¾Æºü±îÁöµµ ¾àÀ» ÇØ´ë´Â ÀÌ °÷ I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops Â÷¶ó¸® ´ëÇп¡ °¡°ÚÁö¸¸, ±×·¯¸é °Å±â¼ °ÔÀÓÀº ¸ØÃßÁö Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn ¿ÀÇØÇÏÁö¸¶ Ȳȥ¿¡¼ »õº®±îÁö, Ç×»ó ÁøÇàµÇ°í ÀÖÀ¸´Ï±î You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone ¾à, ÃÑ, ȤÀº Çà¿îÀÇ ºÎÀû °°Àº°É »çµµ µÅ You can ask my man Ishmael Reed ³» Ä£±¸ Ishmael Reed¿¡°Ô ¹°¾îºÁ Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind Ç×»ó ±ÇÃÑÀ» ´Þ±Å³ö, ÀÌ°Ô ¿ì¸®°¡ »ç´Â ¹æ½Ä Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga °øµ¿¹¦Áö¿¡¼ ¸¸³ª ¸¶¸®È³ª¿¡ ÃëÇØ, ¾ß ³»°Ô·Î ³Ñ°Ü That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nigga Hennessey°¡ ³¯ Áñ°Ì°Ô ÇØÁÖ°ÚÁö Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G" ¾îµô °¡µç ¸ðµÎµé ³»°Ô ¼Ò¸®ÃÄ "Ç×»ó Áø½ÇµÇ°Ô ÇØ¶ó G" And my reply til they kill me ±×µéÀÌ ³¯ Á×ÀÏ ¶§±îÁö ±×°Ô ³» ´ë´ä Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did ¸¸¾à °ø°¨ °£´Ù¸é ¿ÜÃĺÁ, ¿ø·¡ ¼º°ø ¸øÇÒ ÆÈÀÚ¿´Áö¸¸ ¼º°øÇßÁö The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise °ÔÅä ²¿¸¶ÀÇ ½Ã·Ã, ³ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ À§·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡ [Ta'He] Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³ (¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³) À§·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡ (À§·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡) Please give me to the sky (the sky) ³ª¸¦ Á¦¹ß Çϴ÷Πº¸³»Áà (º¸³»Áà) And if (and if) I die (I die) ±×¸®°í (±×¸®°í) ³»°¡ Á״´ٸé (³»°¡ Á״´ٸé) I don't want you to cry ³×°¡ ¿ïÁö ¾Ê±â¸¦ ¹Ù¶ó [Yaki Khadafi] I stay sharp as always ³ Ç×»ó ³¯Ä«·Î¿ö Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways °ÝÇÏ°Ô ¾à ¹¶Ä¡µéÀ», ºó¹Î°¡ º¹µµ¸¦ ÅëÇØ µé°í ´Þ·Á°¡ Dumpin crews like two's, nigga all day ±ÇÃÑó·³ ÇÏ·çÁ¾ÀÏ, ´Ù¸¥ Å©·çµéÀ» ¾²·¯¶ß·Á Secrets of war prepare me for the worst ÀüÀïÀÇ ºñ¹ÐÀº ÃÖ¾ÇÀÇ »óȲ¿¡µµ ³¯ ´ëºñ½ÃŰÁö A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse ȣȽº·¯¿î, µ·À¸·Î °¡µæÂù »î, ȤÀº °ü ¾È¿¡ µé¾î°£ »î But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÀÌÁ¦ ³» ²ÞÀº, Àú¿ï À§¿¡ ¿Ã·ÁÁö´Â °Å °°¾Æ Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans ´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµå ¹ÝÁö´Â ³» û¹ÙÁö¿¡¼ µ·ÀÌ Æ¢¾î³ª¿À°Ô ÇØ [Napoleon] Now I plan to keep my glock cocked ÀÌÁ¦ ³ ÃÑÀ» ÀåÀüÇÒ°Å¾ß If trouble was searchin for me then why not? ¸¸¾à ¹®Á¦°¡ ³ª¸¦ ã¾Æ´Ù´Ï°í ÀÖ´Ù¸é, ¿Ö ¾È Çϰھî? Show em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block ³»°¡ ¾î¶² ³ðÀÎÁö, ¾î¶»°Ô ÀÌ °Å¸®¿¡¼ ÄÇ´ÂÁö º¸¿©ÁÙ°Ô Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags Chancellor ´ë·Î, ¸¹Àº À̵éÀÌ ¼Ò¸ÅÄ¡±â·Î º¯ÇÏ´Â °÷ We out for power, makin cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad ¿ì¸° ÈûÀ» ÂѾƴٳà, µ·ÀÌ »¡¸® ¹ú¸®Áö ¾ÊÀ¸¸é Ȱ¡ ³ª°ÚÁö I'm just like, pimpin ³ ±×Àú, È·ÁÇÏ°Ô »ì¾Æ My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in ÃÑÀ» ¿Ê¿¡ ³¢¿ö³Ö°í ±¸¼®¿¡ ¼Àִ ģ±¸ Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads °¡Àå ¾î¸° ³ðÀÇ ¸ñ¼ûÀ» ±×µéÀº »©¾ÑÁö the life he don't need, don't we all know ±×°¡ ÇÊ¿ä¾ø´Â ¸ñ¼û, ¿ì¸®µµ ´Ù ¾ËÀÝ¾Æ He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise ±×´Â À§·Î ¿À¸£·Á°í Çϰí, ¿ì¸° ±×³É °¡Áö, ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ±×´Â À§·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡ [Young Noble] Dreams of lost hope ÀÒ¾î¹ö¸° Èñ¸ÁÀÇ ²Þµé I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke ³ ¸¶¾à Áßµ¶ÀÚµéÀÌ ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ãÀ¸·¯°¡´Â °Å¸®·Î °¡ and still I rise now I float cowards ghost ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³ À§·Î ¿Ã¶ó, °ÌÀïÀ̵éÀº ³¯·Á¹ö¸®Áö Whenever we come around, I'm runnin down ¿ì¸®°¡ ´Ù°¡¿Ã ¶§¸¶´Ù, ³ ´Þ·Á°¡ clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound ÃÑÀ» Áã°í, »çÀÌ·»Ã³·³ ½Å³ª°Ô, ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ÇÇÇØ I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came ÇØ°¡ ¶ã ¶§±îÁö ¾ö¸¶¿Í ÇÔ²² µ·À» ¹ú°ï ÇßÁö My homey Harm doin time from this drug game ³» Ä£±¸ HarmÀº ÀÌ ¸¶¾à ¶§¹®¿¡ °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤ÇôÀÖÁö Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw ÈÉÄ£ Â÷, ÀüÀï ÈäÅÍ, Outlaw·Î ž Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars öâ µÚ¿¡, º°À» º¸·¯ Àá¿¡ µéÁö Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block Çè¾ÇÇÑ °Å¸®¿¡ °¤ÇôÀÖ±ä ÇØµµ, ÀÚÀ¯´Â ¿ì¸® °Í Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops 10»ì ¹Û¿¡ ¾È µÈ ¾ÆÀ̵µ °æÂûÀ» ÇÇÇÏ´Â ¹ýÀ» ¹è¿ìÁö [Khadafi] In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, passion for blastin bastards 96³â ³» ÃÑÀº ÇÃ¶ó½ºÆ½, °³ÀڽĵéÀ» ½÷´ë´Â µ¥ ¿Á¤ÀÌ »ý°Ü No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards ¿¸° °ü¿¡´Â Ç¥Á¤À» º¸ÀÌÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ¸ðÀÚ¸¦ µÚ·Î Çϰí Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice ³Ê³× °ÌÀïÀ̵éÀº ÃÑÀ» ¾²´Âµ¥´Â Áغñ°¡ ¾È µÇÀÖÁö I send my missiles through your mattress ´Ï ¸ÅÆ®¸®½º¸¦ ÅëÇØ ¹Ì»çÀÏÀ» ³¯·Áº¸³»Áö Leavin holes in your body like a cactus ¸¶Ä¡ ¼±ÀÎÀåó·³ ´Ï ¸ö¿¡ ±¸¸ÛÀ» ³²±â°í While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic ³ª¿Í ³» Å©·ç°¡ ÅäÇÈ(?)º¸´Ù ´õ µ·À» ±Ü¾î¸ðÀ¸°í and loot to keep the seams in my motherfuckin jeans poppin ³» û¹ÙÁö°¡ Âõ¾îÁö´Â °É ¸·À¸·Á°í Àç»êÀ» ºÒ·Á Leavin ya spleen to pick up ±×°É À§ÇØ ´Ï ¹è¸¦ ¶Õ°í Half of you niggaz is softer than a Snicker ³Ê³×µé Áß ¹ÝÀº Snickers(ÃÊÄÝ·¿)º¸´Ù ºÎµå·´Áö Let's go to war and see who draw quicker ÀÌÁ¦ ÀüÀïÀ¸·Î °¡ ´©°¡ ´õ »¡¸® ÃÑÀ» »Ì³ª º¸ÀÚ and still I rise, and still I rise... ±×¸®°í ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³ ¿Ã¶ó, ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³ ¿Ã¶ó°¡... [Ta'He] Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³ (¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³) À§·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡ (À§·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡) Please give me to the sky (the sky) ³ª¸¦ Á¦¹ß Çϴ÷Πº¸³»Áà (º¸³»Áà) And if (and if) I die (I die) ±×¸®°í (±×¸®°í) ³»°¡ Á״´ٸé (³»°¡ Á״´ٸé) I don't want you to cry ³×°¡ ¿ïÁö ¾Ê±â¸¦ ¹Ù¶ó Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³ (¿©ÀüÈ÷ ³) À§·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡ (À§·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡) Please give me to the sky (the sky) ³ª¸¦ Á¦¹ß Çϴ÷Πº¸³»Áà (º¸³»Áà) And if (and if) I die (I die) ±×¸®°í (±×¸®°í) ³»°¡ Á״´ٸé (³»°¡ Á״´ٸé) I don't want you to cry ³×°¡ ¿ïÁö ¾Ê±â¸¦ ¹Ù¶ó [some little kid] Y'all niggaz fake ³Ê³×µéÀº ¹Ùº¸¾ß All day everyday ÇÏ·çÁ¾ÀÏ, ¸ÅÀÏ So now I got roller blades, bitch ÀÌÁ¦ ³ ·Ñ·¯ ºí·¹À̵尡 ÀÖ¾î, °³³â¾Æ Thought you knew ¸ð¸£°í ÀÖ¾ú³ª? Your mouth is rich ´Ï ÀÔ¸¸ ºÎÀÚÁö |
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