Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Young Gunz f DenimНазвание : Life We ChoseДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef It`s real shit North of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh [Verse 1: Young Chris] Lights is gettin` dimmer Nights gettin` colder Lost three of my soldiers Life feel like it`s over Unloadin` there`s somethin` in my way They`ll never take me alive I got somethin` on the way I`ma survive I`ma try to do straight Try to make it alive, be around for that due date But it`s hard, niggaz hatin` em hard That loss hurt to the heart But still they say it`s they fault, we blame y`all Nigga how, nigga please It`s still on baby Tell them niggaz had they still off safety What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit Elementary middle school up wit Man them niggaz was there ain`t move yet I`m startin` to think they had somethin` to do wit it I used to think them niggaz was scared It`s lookin` a little shaky now Niggaz happy his little brother`s laughin`, his mother hate me now [Chorus: Denim] Even though it hurts some days This is the game we chose to play Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay Now a bullet ain`t got no aim And y`all know bullets ain`t got no name But this is the life we chose And it will never change [Verse 2: Neef] Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip Same night that we left, got a call you hit Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped Got a call from my peaches found out where you was hit Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches You don`t know how much you miss him, bullshittin` in the kitchen Ninety percent fist fights leadin` to them slammers But lil` Drake ain`t understand until one of them niggaz vanish This rap shit is crazy but believe me I`ma try Whether happened or not homie I got lil` five And with the real ones I`ma slice my pies As you would of wanted, man I`m so sick to my stomach That you ain`t around enjoyin` the fruits of our labors Shit`s about to get major, and these niggaz really hate us Around for nothin` givin` me teeth and palms Man I don`t pay `em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Chris] I`m peaches that`s where you can reach us Cook out every other til` they took a nigga brother Love ya like a brother so I try to take ya brother And he be on some other shit, I be tryin` to tell `em man I seen how you feel He had intentions on killin` my big brother Just to let me see how he feel Tellin` me his life over fuckin` cops They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill That boy crazy, he got people for real He gone wind up layin` somewhere peaceful for real Like he the only one goin` through the pain Like his mom and our peaches ain`t goin` through the same Cool one minute, then he goin` through a change I don`t need that around, keep the heaters around Just like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the town So I separate myself, I look better wit myself [Repeat Chorus] | Похожие исполнители: |
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