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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [2pac]Catching Feelins |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
Hahaha Oh yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never) ³» Ä£±¸µé Á» ´ÙÅø ¼ø À־ ¾²·¯ÁöÁø ¾Ê¾Æ (Àý´ë) Hahaha Yeah Huh My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down ³» Ä£±¸µé Á» ´ÙÅø ¼ø À־ ¾²·¯ÁöÁø ¾Ê¾Æ Ugh Yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey) ³» Ä£±¸µé Á» ´ÙÅø ¼ø À־ ¾²·¯ÁöÁø ¾Ê¾Æ (ÇìÀÌ) (Westside, westside) (¼ºÎ, ¼ºÎ) Part two of the war ÀüÀïÀÇ ÆÄÆ® Åõ Bring it, lets do it À̸® ¿Í, ÇØº¸ÀÚ Huhuhuh [Verse 1: Tupac] Cross this nigga here Now Biggie tell me who do you fear? ³¯ ȳª°Ô ¸¸µé¾îºÁ, ÀÚ Biggie ´©°¡ °Ì³ª? Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here ¼û½¬´Â °ÍµéÀº ¿©±â¼± µÎ·Á¿òÀ» ¸ø µå·¯³» My last four flashed then I mashed his ass ³» ±ÇÃÑÀÌ ¸¶Áö¸·À¸·Î ºÒÀ» »Õ°í ±×³ðÀ» ¾²·¯¶ß·ÈÁö Bastard Fuck with me bet I blast your ass °³ÀÚ½Ä, ³ª¶û ½Î¿ì¸é °ð ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ ¹Ú»ì³»ÁÖ°Ú¾î So many follow but can't reach me Caught in a maze ¸¹Àº À̵éÀÌ µû¶ó¿ÀÁö¸¸ ³»°Ô ´êÀ» ¼ø ¾ø¾î, ¹Ì·Î¿¡ °¤Çô Catch em Mimicking my style trying to walk this way ³» ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀ» Èä³»³»´Ù °É·Á, °ÉÀ½°ÉÀ̵µ µû¶óÇÏÁö Impossible my posse dropping you We Death Row riders ºÒ°¡´ÉÇØ ³» ÆÀÀº ³Î ¾²·¯¶ß·Á, ¿ì¸° Death Row °»½ºÅÍ No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us ¾Ö¿øÇÏÁö¸¶ °³ÀÚ½Ä¾Æ ¿ì¸® ¼Ó¿¡ ÀÚºñ´Â ¾ø¾î Feeling blessed The richer I get the more I stress Ãູ¹ÞÀº ±âºÐ, ºÎÀÚ°¡ µÉ ¼ö·Ï ½ºÆ®·¹½º´Â ½ÉÇØ Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ¿ì¸ç ½Ã°£ÀÌ È帣´Â °É ÁöÄѺÁ, Á×À½À» ±â´Ù¸®¸ç Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus ½ÅÀ̽ÿ©, ¿¹¼ö´Ô¿¡ ´õ °¡±î¿öÁø ±âºÐÀÌ¾ß Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees ±ÇÃÑÀ» °¡±îÀÌ µÎ°í ½Å°æ°ú¹Î¿¡, ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ¿ìÁö Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me ÀûµéÀ» °è¼Ó ¹Ù¶óºÁ, ³»°Ô °¡±îÀÌ ´Ù°¡¿Â À̵é Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed ºø³ª°£ ÃѾ˿¡ ¸Â¾Æ, ¸öÀ» ¶³´Ù, ¼ûÀÌ ¸·È÷°í ÇÇ È긮´Â À̵éÀ» ºÁ Me A mercenary for the streets ³ª´Â °Å¸®ÀÇ ¿ëº´ Check my pedigree Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me ³» Ç÷ÅëÀ» ºÁ, °³ÀڽĵéÀ» ¹Ú»ì³»´Â thug Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit ¸¹Àº ³ðµéÀÌ Bad Boy ¾ê±â¸¦ ÇÏÁö Then get to squealing Bitch made catching feeling ±×¸®°ï ½ºÆÄÀÌ ÁþÀ» ÇØ, °³³âµéÀÌ ÈïºÐÇÏÁö Hahaha [Chorus X2] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown Outlaw Ä£±¸µé, ³î¾Æº¼ Áغñ µÆ³ª My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down ³» Ä£±¸µé Á» ´ÙÅø ¼ø À־ ¾²·¯ÁöÁø ¾Ê¾Æ Screaming bye bye bitches ¾È³ç °³³âµé¾Æ ¶ó°í ¿ÜÄ¡³× Untouchable sound °Çµå¸± ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¼Ò¸® Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town ³Ê³×µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ã¾Æ°¡¸é ¿©ÀÚµéó·³ ¼û¾î Catching Feelings ÈïºÐÇØ¼´Â [Verse 2: Napolean] Yeah, Napolean.. Picture me sipping on 1-5-1 Yeah, Napolean.. 1-5-1À» ¸¶½Ã´Â ³¯ »ó»óÇØºÁ Drunk then a motherfucker Dropping my gun ÃëÇØ¹ö¸° °³ÀÚ½Ä, ÃÑÀ» ¶³¾î¶ß¸®°í Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun ¿¬Ã³·³ ±âºÐÀÌ ºØ ¶° Àç¹Ì·Î ¿©ÀÚµéÀ» ¸Ô¾î But that ain't me Dog my minds now clear ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×°Ç ³»°¡ ¾Æ³Ä, ³» ¸¶À½Àº ÀÌÁ¦ ±ú²ýÇØ And that ain't fair dog Your heart pump fear ±×°Ç ¸»ÀÌ ¾È µÇÁö, ´Ï ½ÉÀåÀº °øÆ÷¸¦ »Õ¾î³» In the state I *censored* ÀÌ ÁÖ¿¡¼ ³ ... You better hide nigga *censored* is near ¼û´Â°Ô ÁÁ¾Æ ...°¡ °¡±î¿ö And you know just as well I do You ain't no killer ³ª¸¸Å ³Êµµ Àß ¾ËÀݾÆ, ³Í ų·¯°¡ ¾Æ³Ä So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had to ±×·¯´Ï ¼ûÁ׿©, ÇØ¾ßµÈ´ëµµ Á×ÀÌÁö ¸øÇϰÚÁö We might wobble but we don't fall down ¸»´ÙÅùÀº ÇØµµ ¾²·¯ÁöÁø ¾Ê¾Æ We take the gospel from Makaveli Pass it around MakaveliÀÇ º¹À½À» °¡Á®´Ù ÁÖº¯¿¡ ÆÛ¶ß·Á Ahhhh, shit We gonna taste the power ¾Æ, Á¨Àå, ¿ì¸° ÈûÀ» ¸Àº¸Áö We started the thug trend The game is ours thug Æ®·»µå¸¦ ½ÃÀÛÇÑ °Ç ¿ì¸®, °ÔÀÓÀº ¿ì¸®ÀÇ °Í Now we coast together Put our thoughts together ÀÌÁ¦ ÇÔ²² ´Ù³à, »ý°¢À» ¸ðÀ¸°í Won't question will we die together ÇÔ²² Á×°Ô µÉ±î ±Ã±ÝÇØÇÏÁø ¾Ê¾Æ Cause the hour is soon to come ±× ½Ã°£Àº °ð ¿ÃÅ״ϱî Kadafi trained soldier I show you how to use your gun Kadafi°¡ ¿ë»çµéÀ» ÈÆ·Ã½ÃÄ×¾î, ÃÑ ¾²´Â ¹ýÀ» º¸¿©ÁÙ°Ô Bring it À̸® °¡Á®¿Í [Chorus x2] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown Outlaw Ä£±¸µé, ³î¾Æº¼ Áغñ µÆ³ª My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down ³» Ä£±¸µé Á» ´ÙÅø ¼ø À־ ¾²·¯ÁöÁø ¾Ê¾Æ Screaming bye bye bitches ¾È³ç °³³âµé¾Æ ¶ó°í ¿ÜÄ¡³× Untouchable sound °Çµå¸± ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¼Ò¸® Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town ³Ê³×µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ã¾Æ°¡¸é ¿©ÀÚµéó·³ ¼û¾î Catching Feelings ÈïºÐÇØ¼´Â [Verse 3] We Yelling M - A - D - E N - I - Double G A ¿ì¸° ¿ÜÃÄ ´Ü-´Ü-ÇÑ-³à-¼®-µéÀ̶ó°í Motherfuckers And we here to stay °³ÀÚ½Äµé¾Æ, ¿ì¸° ¿©±â ³²¾ÆÀÖÀ»°Å¾ß From curb surfing We working the industry µµ·Î¸¦ ´©ºñ¸é¼, ¿ì¸° ÀÌ ºÐ¾ß¿¡¼ ÀÏÇØ You kidding me It's really nothing to me and my king ³ó´ãÇÏÁö¸¶, ³ª¿Í ³» ¿Õ¿¡°Õ ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾Æ³Ä You see We in the big things º¸´Ù½ÃÇÇ, ¿ì¸° Å« ÀÏÀ» ¸Ã¾Ò¾î Eat a dick man If your hating ÀÌ°Ô ½È´Ù¸é °Å½Ã±â³ª ¸Ô¾î We gone ride 'Till the wheels fall off ¿ì¸° ¹ÙÄû°¡ ¶³¾îÁú ¶§±îÁö °è¼Ó ´Þ¸±°Å¾ß Pay attention ÁÖ¸ñÇØ Screaming Bye bye bitches ¼Ò¸®Áö¸£Áö Àß°¡¶ó °³³âµé¾Æ Untouchable sound (ugh) °Çµå¸± ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¼Ò¸® (ugh) Ride or die niggas And we hunting you down Áױ⠻ì±â¾ß, ±×¸®°í ¿ì¸° ³Î ÂѾư¡ Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap ¿©±â °¤ÇôÀÖ´Â ÁøÂ¥¹è±âµéÀ» ´ëÇ¥ÇØ Banging out with the po po Trying to get to some mo' °æÂûµé°ú ÃÑÀ» ½î¸é¼, ´õ ¸¹Àº °É ¾òÀ¸·Á ¾Ö¾²Áö Street life Young strugglers Racing the clock °Å¸®ÀÇ »î, ¾î¸° Åõ»çµé, ¹Ù»Ú°Ô ¿òÁ÷¿© Ain't no telling when it all can end Roll or rock ¸ðµç°Ô ¾ðÁ¦ ³¡³¯Áö ¸ô¶ó, ´Þ¸®°í µÚÈçµé°í That's the world With feelings ±×°Ô ÈïºÐÀÇ °¨Á¤ÀÌ ´ã±ä ¼¼»óÀÌÁö This a mans world youngin' The bitches in business ÀÌ°Ç ³²ÀÚµéÀÇ ¼¼»ó, °³³âµéÀÌ ÀÏÀ» Çϴ±º So learn a 'lil something Hey ¿©±â¼ ¹º°¡ ¹è¿ö°¡¶ó°í ÇìÀÌ Stop running your mouth You're on the verge of squealing ±×¸¸ ÀÔÀ» ³î·Á, ³£ ¼Ò¸®°¡ ÀÔ¿¡ ³ª¿À·Á°í ÇÏÁö Bitch made catching feelings Nigga Ugh °³³âµéÀÌ ÈïºÐÇÏÁö, ÀÓ¸¶ Ugh [Chorus x2] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown Outlaw Ä£±¸µé, ³î¾Æº¼ Áغñ µÆ³ª My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down ³» Ä£±¸µé Á» ´ÙÅø ¼ø À־ ¾²·¯ÁöÁø ¾Ê¾Æ Screaming bye bye bitches ¾È³ç °³³âµé¾Æ ¶ó°í ¿ÜÄ¡³× Untouchable sound °Çµå¸± ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¼Ò¸® Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town ³Ê³×µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ã¾Æ°¡¸é ¿©ÀÚµéó·³ ¼û¾î Catching Feelings ÈïºÐÇØ¼´Â [Verse 4] Everybody's a gangsta But don't put in work ÀüºÎµé °»½ºÅͶó°í Çϴµ¥ ÇൿÀº ¾È ÇØ Instead of putting on the armor Niggas put on a skirt ¹æÅºÁ¶³¢¸¦ ÀÔ´Â ´ë½Å ³ðµéÀº ½ºÄ¿Æ®¸¦ ÀÔ¾î These drugs ain't helping It only making it worse ÀÌ ¾àÀº È¿°ú°¡ ¾ø¾î, ´õ ³ªºüÁú »Ó And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs °Å¸®´Â ¸¶¸®È³ª »©°ï ³»°Ô ÁÙ°Ô ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾øÁö I can't trust the church or the mobs I can only trust God ±³È¸µµ °»´Üµéµµ ¹ÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ½Å¸¸À» ¹ÏÁö And to tell you the truth I gotta ride ±×¸®°í »ç½Ç, ³ °è¼Ó ´Þ·Á¾ßÇØ I only roll with the real ¿ÀÁ÷ ÁøÂ¥µé°ú¸¸ ÇÔ²² ÇØ Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed °¡Â¥µé°ú ÀÖ¾îºÃÀÚ ³» »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â À̵éÀÌ Áװŵç [Chorus x3] Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown Outlaw Ä£±¸µé, ³î¾Æº¼ Áغñ µÆ³ª My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down ³» Ä£±¸µé Á» ´ÙÅø ¼ø À־ ¾²·¯ÁöÁø ¾Ê¾Æ Screaming bye bye bitches ¾È³ç °³³âµé¾Æ ¶ó°í ¿ÜÄ¡³× Untouchable sound °Çµå¸± ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¼Ò¸® Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town ³Ê³×µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ã¾Æ°¡¸é ¿©ÀÚµéó·³ ¼û¾î Catching Feelings ÈïºÐÇØ¼´Â |
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