PrimaNota.ru - самый крупный в мире бесплатный архив песенных текстов, аккордов, табулатур и нот


Common - My City - текст песни, видео

Регистрация Запомнить меня
Войти через:  Facebook Google Twitter Vk Yandex Mail.ru

Common - My City - текст песни, видео

Печатать
Просмотров: 136
Уроки эстрадного вокала в Санкт-Петербурге
This the city of Chicago 
The state of confusion 
The style I'm using is free 
Or at least it would be if my mind was 
Peep I'm behind cause 
I didn't handle my function while in high school 
Although I was cool 
The hood I live in ain't that proper 
Cause a cop a stop ya 
And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty 
I'm not filthy 
Nor am I rich 
Ain't that a bitch 
Like life is 
Not your wife is 
See that your better halve 
Do your math 
And peep that two halves make a whole 
And all I have to hold 
Is my self pride 
So these streets I strive 
Like a Black Panther 
Asking can the 
situation get much worst 
All I do is try to appeal to the masses 
As the phrase keep it real passes 
The teeth of too many phoney individuals 
Snakes, that smooth like criminals 
They create chemicals 
That the Earth hate 
Doing their damndest to decrease my birth rate 
I'd settle for lesser knowing I'm worth wait 
Or at least my weight in precious gems 
So I'm steadily steadly steadly 
Trying to lose my religion, like R E M 
Created in His own image so are we him? 
And through all this crises 
Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is 
Well he damn sure not in K town or the wild hundreds 
Where they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up 
And Stone run it 
Hunted by police for display in state vile cages 
Come out to make minimum wages 
And with a desiese that are contagious 
It is fucking outrages 
The amounts of Black and Brown they lock up 
But the Most High encourages me to put the glock up 
And Stock up on do for self knowledge 
A brother couldn't afford to go to collage 
So I had to learn form the school of hard knock 
On the hard blocks of the Chi 
Even I, think about moving out to River Oaks 
As my liver soaks 
In mad Hennesy 
Cause I got a bad tendency 
To do a lot of drinking 
Now I do a lot of thinking 
Blinking, was your third eye 
When you heard I 
was one of the chosen one 
Industry doors keep closing 
(sing) Watch the closing doors 
Niggas want a record deal 
But can they deal with a record? 
Cause once they get rich 
They tend to switch 
Like a sissy 
Please miss me 
With all that bullshit you popping 
This knowledge I'm gonna keep dropping 
Even if you had one of them red octagon 
Motherfuckers say Mylik how you make your living? 
I say by breathing oxygen
Добавлено: 10.02.2014
Другие материалы по этой песне:
  • Текст (слова)

Страница создана 10.02.2014
http://primanota.ru/common/my-city-lyrics.htm
Привет, Гость.
Предлагаем пройти революционный курс по гитаре.
Подарок от PrimaNota.Ru, забирай!