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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Necro]Our Life |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
Yo, don't make me flip on you. Yo, ³Î ÇØÄ¡¿ì°Ô ¸¸µéÁö ¸»¾Æ actually you can't make me do nothing... »ç½Ç ³Í ³ªÇÑÅ× ±× ¹«¾ùµµ °¿äÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾î... i might decide to. ³»°¡ ÇÒÁöµµ ¸ð¸£Áö [Necro] I used to mush thugs and now i push drugs ÀÌÀü¿£ ÆøÇàÀ» ÀÏ»ï´ø ³ª, ÀÌÁ¨ ¸¶¾àÀ» ÆÈ¾Æ I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mom ³ Àڱ⠾ö¸¶ÇÑÅ× ÃÑÀ» ½ú´ø ²¿¸¶¸¦ ¾Ë°í Áö³ÂÁö he used to show me his guns ±×´Â ³»°Ô ÀÚ±â ÃÑÀ» º¸¿©ÁÖ°ï ÇßÁö ain't a cat that knows me as son ³¯ ¾Æµé·Î ¹Þ¾ÆµéÀÌ´Â »ç¶÷Àº ¾ø´Ù°í remember violence the only one ¿ÀÁ÷ Æø·Â¸¸ÀÌ ÅëÇÏ´Â ¼¼»óÀ̶ó°í i used to watch how my pops would treat a girl ¾Æºü°¡ ¿©ÀÚ¸¦ ´ëÇÏ´Â °É ÁöÄѺ¸¸ç and beef with the world he had a bone to pick ¼¼»ó°ú ½Î¿ì°ï Çß¾úÁö, ±×´Â ²Ï³ª °ÅħÀÌ ¾ø¾ú¾î that's why my dome was sick it rubbed off on me ±×·¡¼ ¸Ó¸®¼ÓÀÌ ¹ÌÃÄÀÖ¾ú´ø°Å¾ß, ³»°Ôµµ µé¾îÀÖ´ø°ÅÁö cos the apple dont fall far from the tree, g ¿ø·¡ »ç°ú´Â ³ª¹«¿¡¼ ¸Ö¸® ¶³¾îÁöÁö ¾Ê´Â ¹ý you cats keep your distance ³Ê³×µé °Å¸®¸¦ À¯ÁöÇϱæ cos your scared i might flip in a instant ³»°¡ ¾ðÁ¦¶óµµ ´ýºô±îºÁ ¹«¼·°ÚÁö when i was filled with innocence ¼ø¼ö·Î °¡µæÂù ³ªÀÌ¿¡µµ i was still commiting sins ³ Á˸¦ ÀúÁú·¯´ò¾î half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon ³Ê³×µé Àý¹ÝÀº °èÇÇó·³ ´ÞÄÞÇØ i'll shove a knife in your grin ´Ï ¹Ì¼Ò¿¡ Ä®À» ¹Ú¾ÆÁÙ°Ô i run with convicts and stick up kids ³ ¹üÁËÀÚ¿Í °µµµé°ú ÇÔ²² Çϰï ÇßÁö that will rob you for 6 bucks bitch 6´Þ·¯ ¹ú°Ú´Ù°í ³Î ÅÐ ³ðµéÀÌÁö we flip right before you expect it ¿ì¸° ´Ï°¡ ¿¹»óÇϱâ Èûµç ŸÀֿ̹¡ ³ªÅ¸³ª 'cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic ¿Ö³Ä¸é ¾î¸± Àû¿£ ¹«½Ã¸¸ ¹Þ¾Ò°Åµç, ÀÌÁ¦ ¿ì¸° Á¤½Å¾ø¾î we shot men and we rob gems »ç¶÷À» ½î°í º¸¼®À» ÈÉÄ¡°í i seen cats that used to clock me now i clock them ³¯ ³ë¸®´ø ³ðµéÀ» º¸¾Æ¿ÔÁö, ÀÌÁ¦ ³»°¡ ±×µéÀ» ³ë·Á got easier access to a glock ten ÃÑ 10ÀÚ·çµµ ÈξÀ ½±°Ô ±¸ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î in case one in your face is the only option. ´Ï ¾ó±¼¿¡ °Ü´ °Í ¹Û¿¡ ¾øÀ» ¶§¸¦ ´ëºñÇÑ °ÅÁö [Chorus]x2 Necro and Ill Bill walk around like Necro¿Í Ill BillÀÌ ¿©±âÀú±â µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï¸é¼ murder murder, kill kill gun up in ur grill »ìÀÎ »ìÀÎ, Á׿© Á׿©, ÃÑÀ» ´Ï ÀÔ¿¡ ÃĹÚÁö now u screamin chill chill didn't have ur steele ÀÌÁ¦ ³Í ¼Ò¸® Áú·¯ 'ÁøÁ¤ÇØ', ³Í ¹«±â°¡ ¾ø¾úÁö now u get ur cap peeled this is our life (our life) ÀÌÁ¦ ¸Ó¸®°¡ ¹Ú»ì³ª, ÀÌ°Ô ¿ì¸®ÀÇ »î (¿ì¸®ÀÇ »î) [Ill Bill] ayo i grew up in the motherfuckin projects Ayo ³ ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» ºó¹Î°¡¿¡¼ ÀÚ¶úÁö my mom says since my pop left ¾ö¸¶´Â ¾Æºü°¡ ¶°³ ÈÄ·Î ¸»ÇßÁö we had to get a section eight apparment Section 8 ¾ÆÆÄÆ®·Î À̻縦 °¡¾ßÇÑ´Ù°í the rents cheap Áý¼¼°¡ ½Î´Ï±î i see decepticons at least 10 deep ÀûµéÀÌ Àû¾îµµ 10¸íÀ¸·Î ¶¼¸¦ Áö¾î¼´Â run up on me flippin wanna set beef ³»°Ô ´Þ·Á¿Í ´ýºñ´Â °Ô º¸¿©, ½Î¿òÀ» °É·Á°í that was some faggot shit Âü ¾²·¹±â °°Àº ÁþÀ̾úÁö me and my brother ran for dolo ³ª¿Í ³» ÇüÁ¦´Â µµ¿ò ¾øÀÌ ÀÚ¶ú¾î the only two white kids up in my projects that wasn't homo °Å¸®¸¦ µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï´Â ¹éÀÎ Áß À¯ÀÏÇÏ°Ô È£¸ð°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ú´ø µÎ ¸í i fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats 100¸í¿¡ ¸Â¼ ¸ÅÀϸÅÀÏÀ» ½Î¿üÁö way before i sold drugs and started bustin caps ¸¶¾àÀ» ÆÈ°í ÃÑÀ» ½î±â ÈξÀ Àü¿¡ way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap óÀ½À¸·Î ¼½½ºÇϱâ Àü¿¡, ³ ·¦À» ÁÁ¾ÆÇß¾î at ten years old is when i first started to fuck with that 10»ì ¶§°¡ ¾Æ¸¶ ±×°É óÀ½Çϱ⠽ÃÀÛÇßÀ» ¶§Áö everyone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was black ³» µ¿³×¿¡¼ ·¦ÇÏ´Â ¾ÖµéÀº ³ª ¸»°ï ´Ù ÈæÀÎÀ̾úÁö i kept it to myself continued to define my crap ±×·¡¼ ¸ô·¡¸ô·¡ Ȧ·Î ³» ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀ» ¸¸µé¾î°¬¾î i used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat ¾ö¸¶ÇÑÅÙ ¸ø ¹ÚÈù ¸ùµÕÀ̸¦ ²ø°í ´Ù´Ï¸ç ¿ìÀ¯¸¦ »çµå¸®°ï ÇßÁö you fuck wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak ³¯ °®°í ³î¸é ²À ¹Ý°ÝÇÏ´Â ±×·± ŸÀÔ i lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack ´Ï ÄÚ¸¦ ºÎ·¯¶ß·Á ¾ÆÀ̽ºÆÑÀ» ´ë°Ô ¸¸µé¾î white, black, puerto-rican's we was poor it was wack ¹éÀÎ, ÈæÀÎ, Ǫ¿¡¸£Å丮ÄÚÀÎ, ¿ì¸° °¡³ÇßÁö, Âü °³°°¾Ò¾î my mom tried her best i never graduated high school ¾ö¸¶´Â ÃÖ¼±À» ´Ù ÇϼÌÁö¸¸ °íµîÇб³´Â Á¹¾÷ ¸øÇß¾î i learned to pump drugs and pack nines instead °ð ¸¶¾àÀ» ¸¸µé°í ÃÑ ÀåÀüÇÏ´Â ¹ýÀ» ¹è¿ü°í became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator Æø·ÂÀûÀÎ ³ðÀÌ µÇ¾ú¾î, ³Î È£Èí±â¸¦ ¸Å´Þ°Ô ÇØ even though the doctor know your mind is dead ÀÇ»ç´Â ÀÌ¹Ì ´Ï ¸¶À½Àº Á×Àº °É ¾Ë°ÚÁö¸¸ [Chorus]x2 This is Our Life! ÀÌ°Ô ¿ì¸®ÀÇ »î! |
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