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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [2pac]If I Die 2nite |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
A coward dies a thousand deaths °ÌÀïÀ̴ õ ¹ø Á×Áö¸¸ A soldier dies but once ¿ë»ç´Â ÇÑ ¹ø Á×Áö [Verse One] They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols »ç¶÷µéÀº ¿©ÀÚ¿Í µ·Àº ½Ã, Èû, ±ÇÃÑÀÌ·¡(?) Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you »ìÀÎÀÚµéÀÌ Àڱ⸦ ÇØÄ¡¿ì±â Àü¿¡ ¸ÕÀú ÀâÀ» °èȹÀ» ¼¼¿ö Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas ºñÂüÇÑ ³ðµéÀÌ ¾Ö¿øÇÏ´Â ¸ð½ÀÀ» ¶°¿Ã·Á Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ¿ì¸é¼ ÀÚ¼¼¸¦ Àâ°í ÁÖº¯À» ºÁ My enemies scatter in suicidal situations ³» ÀûµéÀº ÀÚ»ìÇÒ¸¸ÇÑ »óȲ¿¡ »ç¹æÀ¸·Î Èð¾îÁöÁö Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin ±×µéÀÌ °Þ´Â ¿³°°Àº ÀÏÀº ³ ¸ø ºÁ Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï´Â ÁöÆó·Î °¡µæÂ÷ÀÖ¾î, ºÎ±Í¸¦ ÂÑ¾Æ Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches Ç÷¹À̾îµéÀÇ Æ®¸¯À» ÇÇÇϸé¼, ÀÚµ¿Â÷ ½ºÀ§Ä¡¸¦ ÄÑ Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold ¿©ÀÚµéÀº ÀÔÀÌ ÇèÇØ, °³Àڽĵ鿡°Ô ´ëµå´Â °Ç ´ë´ãÇÑ ÀÏ But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³Ê³×µéÀº ±×Àú â³à, ÀÌ °ÔÀÓÀº ¸ÅµìÁö¾î¾ßÇØ I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me Á¤½Åº´Àû »çȸ´Â Áö°Ü¿ö, ´©°¡ ³¯ ±¸ÇØÁà Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me »ç°Ç Áßµ¶, ±×·¡¼ ¾ö¸¶µµ ³¯ Ű¿ï ¼ö ¾ø¾ú¾î Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me ¸ñ»ç¿Í ¼±»ý´Ôµéµµ ³»°Ô ¼ÕÀ» ¸ø »¸¾ú¾î I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps ³ °Å¸®¸¦ ´Þ¸®°í Ä£±¸µé°ú ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ¿ö I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock °æÂûÀ» ÇÇÇØ, ÃÑÀ» ÀâÀ¸¸é¼ ´ë¸¶ÃÊ¿¡ ºÒÀ» ºÙ¿© Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight ³»°¡ °Å¸®¿¡ ³ªÅ¸³ª¸é ³ðµéÀº ´Þ±ÅÁ®, ¿À´Ã¹ã ³»°¡ Á״´ٸé [Chorus] If I die tonight (repeat 3X) ¿À´Ã¹ã ³»°¡ Á״´ٸé "Tonight's the night I get in some shit" -> Dr. Dre "¿À´Ã¹ã ³ ¹«¾ð°¡ ÀÏÀ» ¹úÀϰžß" [Verse Two] Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump ±ÇÃÑÀ» ´ÛÀ¸¸é¼ ÀüÅõ¸¦ ÁغñÇØ, ¼¦°ÇÀ» ³Ñ°Ü When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done ³»°¡ ÃÑÀ» ½î¸é ³ðµéÀº ¾²·¯Áö°í ³¡À峪 Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse °Ë½Ã°üÀ» ºÒ·¯, ¾î¼ ½Ãü¸¦ ¼ö½ÀÇØ°¡ He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss ±×´Â ų·¯¾ß, º¸½º°¡ µÇ´Â °Í¿¡ ÁýÂøÀ» ÇÏÁö Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close º¹¼ö´Â ÇÑ ¹æ¹ý, ¾ðÁ¦°Ç ¹ßÀ» µéÀÌ¸é ¹«±â¸¦ °¡±îÀÌ °£Á÷ÇØµÖ Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes ÀûµéÀº À¯¼ ¾Õ¿¡ ¸¸ÃëÇÑ »óÅ Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails ÁúÅõ½É ¸¹Àº ³ðµé°ú °¡³ÇÑ ³âµéÀº °ð °¡µæÂù °¨¿Á Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales °Å¸®·Î ³ª°¡ ´Ï ÁָӴϸ¦ ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ÆÈ¸é¼ ä¿ö Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion ¿Á¤À» °¡Áö°í µ·À» ÂÑÀ¸¸é¼ ¿Ïº®À» ±×·Á Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted ³»°¡ µû¸ÔÀº ³âµé¿¡ ÀÇÇÑ °¨¿ÁÀÇ ¸ð½À Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse ¹üÁËÀÚµé°ú ¶Ù¾î, ¾Æ¹«·± ÈÄȸ ¾ø´Â °³Àεé Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force ³¯ ¸·À¸·Á°í, ³» ±ÇÃÑÀº Ä¡¸íÀûÀÎ ÈûÀ» ½á In my brain all I can think about is fame ³» ¸Ó¸® ¼Ó¿£ ¿ÀÁ÷ Àα⿡ ´ëÇÑ »ý°¢ »Ó The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed °æÂûÀº ³» À̸§À» ¾Ë¾Æ, ´Ù¸¥ °ÔÀÓ, º¯ÇÑ °Ç ¾øÁö I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers Ä£±¸µéÀÇ °øµ¿¹¦Áö »çÁøÀ» ºÁ Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight ¸¶Ä¡ ±×µéÀÌ ¿©±â ÀÖ´Â °Íó·³ ´ëÈÇÏÁö, ¿À´Ã¹ã ³»°¡ Á״´ٸé Chorus [Verse Three] Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols ¿©ÀÚ¿Í µ·Àº ½Ã, Èû, ±ÇÃÑÀÌ¾ß Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you »ìÀÎÀÚµéÀÌ Àڱ⸦ ÇØÄ¡¿ì±â Àü¿¡ ¸ÕÀú ÀâÀ» °èȹÀ» ¼¼¿ö Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky Àú ÇÏ´ÃÀÇ Ãµ±¹¿¡ 357À» °Ü´©°í ±âµµÇØ And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die ³»°¡ Áװŵç ÀÌ·± thugÀÇ »îÀÌ ¿ë¼¹ÞÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ±æ I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz Thug¸¦ À§ÇÑ °ÔÅä°¡ õ±¹¿¡ ÀÖÀ»±î ±Ã±ÝÇÑ°É A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers ½ºÆ®·¹½º ¾ø´Â »î°ú ¸¶¾à»óµéÀ» À§ÇÑ ÀÚ¸®µµ ¸»¾ß Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa ¹Ù¶÷µÕÀÌ¿Í Ç÷¹À̾ µÇ´Â ¹ýÀ» ¿¬½ÀÇÏ¸é¼ ¿ÀÁÜÀ» ½Î Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her ³²ÀÚ °ú´Ù º¹¿ë, ±×³à¸¦ ´¯È÷¸é¼ ¼úÀ» ¸¶¼Å Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame ¾à°ñµéÀº ÃÑÀ¸·Î ÈÄ·ÁÃÄ, ¾ó¾îºÙ¾î ÀÖ¾ú´ø °Ô ±× ÁË¾ß Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain ÀÌ °ÔÀÓÀ» ¸ð¿åÇØ, ÁË¿Í ¹úÀ» À§ÇØ ±âµµ¸¦ ÇÏ³× Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear? ¹ÌÃİ¡, Á×Áö ¾Ê¾Æ, ¿µ¿øÈ÷ »ì¾Æ, ´©±¼ µÎ·Á¿öÇÒ±î? Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear ³¯ À§ÇØ ´«¹°À» È긮Áö¸¶, ³ ÇູÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ I hope they bury me and send me to my rest ³¯ ¶¥¿¡ ¹¯°í ÆíÈ÷ ½¬°Ô ÇØÁÖ¸é ÁÁ°Ú¾î Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath Çìµå¶óÀο£ "»ìÀδçÇØ »ç¸Á", ³» ¸¶Áö¸· ¼û°á Take a look picture a crook on his last stand »çÁøÀ» Âï¾îºÁ, ¹üÁËÀÚÀÇ ¸¶Áö¸· ¸ð½À Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight °³ÀڽĵéÀº ÀÌÇØ ¸øÇØ, ¿À´Ã¹ã ³»°¡ Á״´ٸé Chorus |
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