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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [2pac]When Thugz Cry |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
When thugs cry.. thugµéÀÌ ¿ï ¶§... Now I lay me down to sleep ÀÌÁ¦ ÀáÀ» ÀÚ·ÁÇÏ´Ï I pray the Lord my guns to keep ½Å¿¡°Ô ±âµµÇϰǴë ÃÑÀ» °£Á÷ÇØÁÖ¼Ò¼ If I die before I wake ¸¸¾à ÀáÀ» ±ú±â Àü¿¡ Á×°Ô µÈ´Ù¸é I pray the Lord my soul to take ½Å¿¡°Ô ±âµµÇÏ°Ç´ë ³» ¿µÈ¥À» °ÅµÎ¾îÁÖ¼Ò¼ Got us dying; when thugs cry, times is hard ¿ì¸° Á׾: thugµéÀÌ ¿ï ¶§, »óȲÀº ÈûµéÁö [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up thug·Î ž, ÀÌ·¸°Ô ÀÚ¶ó³ °É ¸¸Á·ÇØ Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts Å«µ·À» Áã°í, »ó´ëÆíÀÇ °ø°ÝÀ» ÇÇÇÏ¸é¼ ÃÑÀ» ½÷ My pulse rushin, semi clutchin into insanity ¸Æ¹ÚÀº »¡¶óÁ®, ¹ÝÀÚµ¿±ÇÃÑÀ» Áã°í ¹ÌÃİ¡ They shot at my cousin, now we bustin at they whole family ±×µéÀº ³» »çÃÌÀ» ½úÁö, ÀÌÁ¦ ¿ì¸° ±×µéÀÇ °¡Á· Àü¿øÀ» ½÷ The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried °æÂûµéÀº ³»°¡ ¹¯È÷´Â °É º¸°í ½Í¾îÇØ, °ÆÁ¤Àº ¾È ÇØ I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm f**kin his secretary °Ë»ç¸¦ µµÃ»Çϰí Àְŵç, ±×ÀÇ ºñ¼¶û ¼½½ºÇؼ ¸»¾ß I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all Á¤½ÅÀ» ÀÒ°í ¿åÀ» Çϱ⠽ÃÀÛÇØ, ÃÑÀ» ½÷¼ ±×µéÀ» ¸ðµÎ ÇØÄ¡¿ö They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and f**k 'em all ±×µéÀº µÎ·Á¿öÇÏ°í ³âµéÀº ¼û°í, ³ ±× ¸ðµÎ¸¦ ¿³¸Ô¿© I'll probably be an old man before I understand ¾î¼¸é ÀÌÇØÇϱâ Àü¿¡ ´ÄÀºÀ̰¡ µÇ°ÚÁö why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand ¿Ö ¼Õ¿¡ ÃÑÀ» Áã°í »ì¾Æ¾ßÇÏ´ÂÁö ±× ÀÌÀ¯¸¦ ¸»¾ß Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad ³» Ä£±¸ÀÇ ´©À̸¦ ³³Ä¡ÇØ, ±×³àÀÇ ¾ó±¼¿¡ ½ÉÇÑ ÈäÅ͸¦ ³²±â°í They even raped her so we blazed they pad °°£±îÁö ÇßÁö, ±×·¡¼ ¿ì¸° ±×³ðµéÀ» ½Ï Å¿ö¹ö·È¾î Automatic shots rang out, on every block ÀÚµ¿ ±ÇÃÑÀÌ °Å¸®¸¶´Ù ¿ï·Á They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin ±×µéÀº Á¤Ä¡ÀÎÀ» °ø°ÝÇϰí, °æÂû¸¶Àú µ¤ÃÄ, °ÅÁþ¸»ÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä They got me sleepin with my infrared beams ±×µéÀº ³»°¡ Àû¿Ü¼± ºöÀ» ۰í ÀÚ°Ô ¸¸µé¾ú¾î And in my dreams I hear motherf**kers screamin ²Þ ¼Ó¿¡¼ °³ÀڽĵéÀÌ ºñ¸í Áö¸£´Â°Ô µé·Á What is the meaning, when thugs cry? thug°¡ ¿ï ¶§, ±× Àǹ̴ ¹«¾ùÀΰ¡? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, should you send your child off to die ¿À ¿Ö, ³ÊÀÇ ¾ÆÀ̸¦ Á×À½À¸·Î ³»¸ð´ÂÁö In the streets of chalk where they lie ºÐÇʼ±ÀÌ ±×·ÁÁø °Å¸® À§¿¡ ±×µéÀÌ ¾²·¯Á®ÀÖ¾î Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry thug°¡ ¿ï ¶©, ¾Æ¹«µµ Á˸¦ ÀúÁö¸£Áö ¾Ê±â¸¦ Dear God.. ½ÅÀ̽ÿ©.. Oh why, does it have to be this way, our ¿À ¿Ö, ÀÌ·¡¾ß ÇÏ´Â °ÍÀϱî, ¿ì¸®ÀÇ children of today won't stay wise ¾ÆÀ̵éÀº ¶È¶ÈÇØÁöÁú ¸ø ÇØ Let the children hear when thugs cry ¾ÆÀ̵éÀÌ thugÀÇ ¿ïÀ½ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µè±â¸¦ Dear God.. oh why.. ½ÅÀ̽ÿ©.. ¿À ¿Ö.. * ("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only * ("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only [2Pac] Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin Heh.. ¾î¼¸é °¥µî¿¡ ´ëÇÑ Áßµ¶ÀÌ ³¯ ±«·ÓÈ÷´Â °ÉÁöµµ Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug »ç¶ûÀº ¾îµð¿¡? thug°¡ µÇ°íÀÚ ÇÏ´Â ¾ß¸ÁÀº ¸ØÃßÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary ÃʵîÇб³ °íÇгâ ÀÌÈÄ·Î ´«¹°À» È기 ÀûÀÌ ¾øÁö Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries ³»°¡ »ç¶ûÇÏ´ø À̵éÀº, °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤Çû³× But still homey keep it real, how does it feel ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ Áø½ÇÇØ, ±âºÐÀÌ ¾î¶§ to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid? ²¿¸¶ ¶§ Çß´ø ÀÏ ¶§¹®¿¡ ¸ñ¼ûÀ» ÀÒÀ¸´Ï? You all alone, no communication, block on the phone ³Í È¥ÀÚ¾ß, ´ëȵµ ¾ø¾î, ÀüÈ´Â Â÷´Ü µÆ¾î Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone ¾Æºü¶û Ä£ÇÏÁö ¾Ê°í, ¾ö¸¶´Â ¾îµð·Î ¶°³ª¹ö·È°í Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song ¾îµð¼ À߸øµÈ °É±î? ³» ¿µÈ¥À» ³ë·¡¿¡ ´ã¾Æ to help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone ¾ðÁ¨°¡´Â ÀÚ¶ó³¯ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ô, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¸¶À½ÀÌ »ç¶óÁ³³× We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches ¿ì¸° ÇüÁ¦ ÀڸŠ»çÀÌ¿¡¼, ³ð³âÀ¸·Î º¯Çعö·ÈÁö We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches º¸Á¶±Ý ¹Þ¾Æ »ì´Ù°¡, ¼¼°èÀûÀÎ ºÎÀÚ°¡ µÇ¾úÁö But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÀÌ ´õ·¯¿î °ÔÀÓ¿¡¼± ¹º°¡ ¹Ù²î¾ú¾î, ¸ðµç°Ô ÀÌ»óÇØ Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne Ä£±¸µéÀ» ÄÚÄ«ÀÎ ¶§¹®¿¡ ÀÒ¾úÁö.. Á¨Àå See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie »ç¶÷µéÀº ³»°¡ ´«¹°À» È긮³Ä°í ¹°¾îº¸Áö, °ÅÁþ¸»Àº ¾È ÇØ See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry ¾à¿¡ ÃëÇϰųª ÁװųªÁö, thugµéµµ ¿ì´Ï±î [Chorus] [2Pac] And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures º¸ÀÌ´Â °Ç °ú¹Î ¹ÝÀÀ º¸ÀÌ´Â ³âµé, ºÒ¹ýÀûÀÎ ¸ðÇè Bustin motherf**kers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures °³ÀڽĵéÀ» ¾îÆÛÄÆÀ¸·Î ³¯·Á, °ñÀýÀ» ³²±âÁö Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don ³» ¹üÁËÀÚÀûÀÎ ¸¶À½, ¾Æ¹«µµ °¨È÷ ¿µ¿ª ħ¹üÀ» ¸ø Çϴϱî I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Á¾ÀÌ À§¿¡ ´Ï À̸§À» Àû¾î, ÀÌÁ¦ ´Ï °¡Á·Àº »ç¶óÁ³¾î Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? ¿Ö ´Ï°¡ ³» ÆÀÀ» °¨´çÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖÀ» °Íó·³ À½¸ð¸¦ ²Ù¸ç? So merciless in my attack I take command of your dreams ¿øÃ¼ ÀÚºñ°¡ ¾ø¾î, ´Ï ²Þ¸¶Àúµµ ³»°¡ ÈÖ¾îÀâ¾Æ Leavin motherf**kers drownin in they own blood °³ÀڽĵéÀº ÀÚ±â ÇÇ¿¡ ÀÍ»çÇØ¹ö¸®Áö Clownin takin pictures later Áö¶öÇϰí, ³ªÁß¿¡ »çÁøÀ» Âï°í Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches ¹Ð°íÀÚ·Î º¯Çعö¸° °³³âµéÀ» ºñ¿ô¾î Regulate my area, the terror I represent ³» ¿µ¿ªÀ» Áö¹èÇØ, ³»°¡ ´ëÇ¥ÇÏ´Â °øÆ÷ Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went? ´Ï »ç¶÷µéÀ» »ç¶óÁö°Ô ¸¸µé¾î, ¾îµð °¬³ª ±Ã±ÝÇØ? Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul? ³»°¡ Â÷°¡¿î °Ç°¡, ¿µÈ¥À» ÆÈ¾Æ¼ ±×·±°¡? Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told ÀÌ °Å¸®¿¡ Áßµ¶µÆ¾î, Àý´ë ÁøÁ¤ÇÑ Æòȸ¦ ãÁö ¸øÇÑ´ë Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer À̸® ¿Í¼ ³» ¸öÀ» °¡Á®°¡ ½ÅÀÌ¿©, ´õ ÀÌ»ó °íÅë¹ÞÁö ¾Ê°Ô Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long ¸¶¸®È³ª 1ÆÄ¿îµå¸¦ ÇÇ¿ö, ÀÌÁ¦ ±æÁö ¾ÊÀ»Å×´Ï Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close? ³» ¸ðµç ºñÂüÇÔÀÇ °á¸», ³¡ÀÌ ³ª±ä ÇÒ±î? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry ±×·¡¼ ³» ÀûµéÀ» Á×À̳ªºÁ, thugµéÀÌ ¿ï ¶§ [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years ¸î³â°£ »õ°ÜÁø ´«¹°À» Èê·ÈÁö for my dead homeboys and my prison peers Á×Àº Ä£±¸µé°ú °¨¿Á Ä£±¸µéÀ» À§ÇØ Y'all ain't never heard my cries ³Ê³×µéÀº ³» ¿ïÀ½ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾îº» ÀûÀÌ ¾ø¾î Now you wonder why would you die? ÀÌÁ¦¾ß ¿Ö ´Ï°¡ Á×°Ô µÇ´ÂÁö ±Ã±ÝÇØ? [Chorus] |
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