Представляем точный текст композиции "City Lights" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста La The Darkman . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «City Lights» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую La The Darkman передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
La The Darkman - "City Lights"
Lyrics to City Lights : [Talking] Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead. Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the Feds. The ghetto live in bloodshed (Yo), we live in bloodshed. I know this African cat jet black, gold grill Said we can split a half a mil if I could get his wife killed. The feds on him, Jake to pull seven on patrol. Cops shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole. Now he haunted, had a big screen but he pawned it. Watchin FOX, saw his face on Americas Most Wanted. With three seeds to feed, stressed out like bricks. So he got a fix, roll with his crackhead click. Stay twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks. One day he slipped up, caught two shells to his gut. But he recovered To say the first shell wasnt shit. What you workin wit' A rusty 22 kid' Then he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths. Six fire, four hit, one crushed the pelvis. The others went through his wrist. Hows that for accurate' The kids scarred for life. Equipped with a permanent limp. He was ill when he was young, tryin to raise his son. Everytime beef come he blast the Mac one-one. Spendin two Gs on gold to impress the Hoes. Got money in Milwaukee with a house on the low. He played the 5 boros, everyday fly Thought he couldnt die. Bags of hydro in da 5, gettin high. He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin. Shootin up clubs, airport drug trafficking. He met his match, fuck around and rob the wrong Cat. For a hundred and eighty Gs the god want his cream back. Now its a gun battle. But the son aint fessin, he grabbed his wesson. These niggaz lookin for me Ima shoot their ass a lesson. Going all out, kill or be killed, whats done is done. These niggaz not stoppin me from havin my fun. He at the tunnel, flexin his whip, rims dipped. Had to much cavarsia so he started to slip. Oh Shit! Their go dem niggaz that I stuck That black truck. Give a fuck. They want their cream, Ima let my gat bust. Let his shells fly, the god got hit twice he wounded. The liquor started talkin didnt know what he was doin. He crashed the whip, jumped out ran to Sixth Flagged a cab. "Yo take me to Madison Ave" He did too much to live, and too much to turn back. Lay bleedin, wonderin why it had to end like that. Nobodys left, the world just me and myself. In back the back of the cab, son bled to death. Its fucked up he was a good nigga... (Word up..the street stories..know what Im sayin.) (Word up, wit the inner city kids...Yeah.) Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead. Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the Feds. The ghetto live in bloodshed (Yo), we live in bloodshed. Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead. Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the Feds. The ghetto live in bloodshed (Yo), we live in bloodshed. And we die in bloodshed, Word Up. We born to the paradise so respect your life, Word Up. Black man move on, Word Up. Head strong..to the knotty one..Men on lock down. Word Up. Gun Rule, the BX, BK, know what Im sayin, Shaolin. Word Up, Queens niggaz, Word Up [ City Lights Lyrics ]
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