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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [The Roots]How I Got Over |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
(Dice Raw) Out on the streets, where I grew up ³»°¡ ÀÚ¶ó³ °Å¸®¿¡¼ First thing they teach ya is not to give a fuck ±×µéÀÌ °¡¸£Ä¡´Â °Ç ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ½Å°æ ¾È ¾²´Â °Í That type of thinking can't get you nowhere ±×·± »ý°¢À» ÇØ¼± ¾Æ¹« °Íµµ µÉ ¼ö ¾ø¾î Someone has to care ´©±º°¡´Â ½Å°æ ½á¾ßÁö (Black Thought) How I got over ³ª´Â ¹þ¾î³µÁö Where the people come apart »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ¶³¾îÁö´Â °÷¿¡¼ Don't nobody care about ya ¾Æ¹«µµ ³Î °ÆÁ¤ÇØÁÖÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Only thing you got is God ÀÌ °Å¸®¿¡¼ ´Ï°¡ °¡Áø °Ç Out here in these streets ¿ÀÁ÷ ½Å »ÓÀÌÁö If you get down on your luck Àß ÇÏ´Ù ¿îÀÌ µû¸£¸é You can stand out with a hand out ¼ÕÀ» µé°í ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ³ª¿Íµµ µÅ But nobody give a fuck ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾Æ¹«µµ ½Å°æ ¾È ½á Out here in these streets ÀÌ °Å¸®¿¡¼± Every man is for himself °¢ÀÚ°¡ ÀÚ½ÅÀ» µ¹ºÁ¾ßÇØ They ain't helpin' no one else º¸´Ù½ÃÇÇ ¾Æ¹«µµ ³²À» µ½Áö ¾Ê¾Æ It's a hazard to your health, ´Ï °Ç°¿£ ÇØ·ÓÁö Livin' life in these cold streets Â÷°¡¿î °Å¸®¿¡¼ »ì¾Æ°¡´Â °Í Hey, Who's worrying about you, bey ´©°¡ ³Î °ÆÁ¤À» ÇØ When you wylin' out ´Ï°¡ ¹ÌÃļ Runnin' round in these streets ÀÌ °Å¸®¸¦ ¶Ù¾î´Ù´Ñ´Ù ÇØµµ (Dice Raw + BT) Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over) ³»°¡ ÀÚ¶ó³ °Å¸®¿¡¼ (³ ¹þ¾î³µÁö) First thing they teach ya is not to give a fuck (How I got over) ±×µéÀÌ °¡¸£Ä¡´Â °Ç ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ½Å°æ ¾È ¾²´Â °Í (³ ¹þ¾î³µÁö) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (How I got over) ±×·± »ý°¢À» ÇØ¼± ¾Æ¹« °Íµµ µÉ ¼ö ¾ø¾î (³ ¹þ¾î³µÁö) Someone has to care ´©±º°¡´Â ½Å°æ ½á¾ßÁö (Black Thought) When you on the corner There's too much drama °Å¸®¿¡ ÀÖÀ» ¶§´Â, ³Ê¹« »ç°í°¡ ¸¹¾Æ Livin' with the police right behind ya ¹Ù·Î µÚ¿¡ °æÂûµéÀÌ µû¶óºÙÁö It's always more than a slight reminder Ç×»ó ³Ê¸¦ Àϱú¿ì´Â Àϵé We livin' in a war zone like Rwanda ¿ì¸° ¸£¿Ï´Ùó·³ ÀüÀïÁö´ë¿¡ ÀÖ¾î Before I go back to the heavenly Father Çϴÿ¡ °è½Å ¾Æ¹öÁö¿¡°Ô·Î µ¹¾Æ°¡±â Àü¿¡ Pray for me if it ain't too much bother ±¦Âú´Ù¸é ³¯ À§ÇØ ±âµµÇØÁà Whatever don't break me will make me stronger ³¯ ºÎ¼öÁö ¸øÇÏ´Â °Ç ³¯ °ÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µéÁö I feel like I can't take too much longer ´õ ÀÌ»óÀº ÂüÀ» ¼ö ¾øÀ» °Í¸¸ °°¾Æ There's too much lyin' and too much fryin' °ÅÁþ¸»µéµµ ¸¹°í ºÒŸ´Â °Íµµ ¸¹°í I'm all cried out cause I grew up cryin' ÁöÄ¡µµ·Ï ¿ï¾ú¾î, ÀÚ¶ó¸é¼ ¿ï±â¸¸ ÇßÀ¸´Ï±î They all got a sale's pitch I ain't buyin' ±×µéÀÇ ÆÇ¸Å·®Àº Á¤Á¡À» Âï¾î, ³ »çÁö ¾Ê¾Æ They tryin' to convince me that I ain't tryin' »ç¶÷µéÀº ³»°¡ ³ë·Â ¾ÈÇÏ´Â °Å¶ó°í ¼³µæ½ÃŰ·ÁÇØ We uninspired We unadmired And tired of ¿ì¸° ¿µ°¨µµ Á¸°æµµ ¹ÞÁö ¾Ê°í, ÁöÄ¡´Â °Í¿¡ sick of being sick and tired Áö°Ü¿öÁö´Â °Í¿¡ ÁöÄ¡°í Áö°Ü¿öÁ³Áö Of livin' in the hood where the shots are fired ÃѼҸ®°¡ ¿ï¸®´Â °Å¸®¿¡ »ç´Â °Í¿¡ We dyin' to live so to live we dyin' ¿ì¸° »ì°í ½Í¾î Á×¾î, ±×·¯´Ï »ì±â À§ÇØ ¿ì¸° Á×Áö We just like -ing ¿ì¸° ±×³É ±×·¡ (Dice Raw + BT) Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over) ³»°¡ ÀÚ¶ó³ °Å¸®¿¡¼ (³ ¹þ¾î³µÁö) First thing they teach ya is not to give a fuck (How I got over) ±×µéÀÌ °¡¸£Ä¡´Â °Ç ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ½Å°æ ¾È ¾²´Â °Í (³ ¹þ¾î³µÁö) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Somebody. Somewhere.) ±×·± »ý°¢À» ÇØ¼± ¾Æ¹« °Íµµ µÉ ¼ö ¾ø¾î (´©±º°¡. ¾îµð¿¡¼.) Someone has to care (Somebody's gotta care!) ´©±º°¡´Â ½Å°æ ½á¾ßÁö (´©±º°¡´Â °ÆÁ¤ÇؾßÇØ!) (Black Thought) And I swear it isn't fair ºÐ¸í °øÁ¤ÇÑ°Ô ¾Æ´Ï¾ß In suspended animation, we ain't tryin' to go nowhere Á¤ÁöµÈ ¾Ö´Ï¸ÞÀ̼Ç, ¿ì¸° ¾Æ¹« °÷¿¡µµ °¡Áú ¸ø ÇØ Out here in these streets, ÀÌ °Å¸®¿¡¼ We're so young and all alone ¿ì¸° ¾î¸®°í ¿Ü·Î¿ö We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own È¥ÀÚ¶ó´Â °ÍÀ» ±ú´ÞÀ» Á¤µµÀÇ ³ªÀ̵µ ¾È µÅ Livin' life in these hard streets ÀÌ ¾î·Á¿î °Å¸®¿¡¼ »ì¾Æ°¡ Where it's like they've lost their mind ¸ðµÎµé ¹ÌÄ£ °Í °°Àº °÷ Is there anyway to find ã¾Æ³¾ ¼ö³ª ÀÖÀ»±î Are we runnin' out of time ½Ã°£ÀÌ ¾ø¾îÁö´Â °Ç°¡ Out here? ¿©±â¼? Listen, hey µé¾îºÁ, ÇìÀÌ Who's worrying about you, bey ´©°¡ ³Î °ÆÁ¤À» ÇØ When you wylin' out ´Ï°¡ ¹ÌÃļ Runnin' round in these streets ÀÌ °Å¸®¸¦ ¶Ù¾î´Ù´Ñ´Ù ÇØµµ (Dice Raw + BT) Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over) ³»°¡ ÀÚ¶ó³ °Å¸®¿¡¼ (³ ¹þ¾î³µÁö) First thing they teach ya is not to give a fuck (How I got over) ±×µéÀÌ °¡¸£Ä¡´Â °Ç ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ½Å°æ ¾È ¾²´Â °Í (³ ¹þ¾î³µÁö) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Somebody. Somewhere.) ±×·± »ý°¢À» ÇØ¼± ¾Æ¹« °Íµµ µÉ ¼ö ¾ø¾î (´©±º°¡. ¾îµð¿¡¼.) Someone has to care ´©±º°¡´Â ½Å°æ ½á¾ßÁö (Dice Raw) (Repeat x3) Out on the streets, where I grew up ³»°¡ ÀÚ¶ó³ °Å¸®¿¡¼ First thing they teach ya is not to give a fuck ±×µéÀÌ °¡¸£Ä¡´Â °Ç ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ½Å°æ ¾È ¾²´Â °Í That type of thinking can't get you nowhere ±×·± »ý°¢À» ÇØ¼± ¾Æ¹« °Íµµ µÉ ¼ö ¾ø¾î Someone has to care ´©±º°¡´Â ½Å°æ ½á¾ßÁö |
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