Представляем точный текст композиции "Ghetto Fligt" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ghetto Fligt» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Bo - "Ghetto Fligt"
Lyrics to Ghetto Fligt : (feat. Pizzo) [C-Bo] Its 1994, gang-bangin done played out But I still stay strapped cause I dont wanna get played out On the concrete with internal bleedin Moms at my hand screamin: Bo, dont leave me! Im stairin in to the sky, thinkin that Im gonna die Here come the onetime, fuck the pigs, they are the last I wanna see Pen and pad, no love from the deputy Onetimes gettin deeper And Finally I hear the ambulance creep up Im feelin dehydrated They hook me up with some I.V. and a life flight Sayin that Im gonna make it Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind But the onetime got prints from my Tec-9 They busted first and I busted back in return Aint no love for them faggot ass baby worms Thats all I gotta say to porky Now get the fuck out my face Detective got mad but I can give a fuck less I got family and they wont let the shit rest on my side Bald head mean muggin locs, 3-10, 6-5 Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin like a viking Insane in the brain and cant wait to ride, see No matter what they do, you can lock me down But at twelve caught a ghetto fligt Cause there still be smokin... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin on my bumber, bustin with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin on my bumber, bustin with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin on my bumber, bustin with a Mac-11... [Pizzo] As Ive seen deep in my thoughts Not thinkin of my senses and all the blood I done lost It seems like Im stucked with no luck all of a sudden So mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O man I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain I had in my side and my brain Never think that I could end up on my back, player I never thought a slug could enter through my skin layers Fuck! I feel a burnin sensation and Im waitin For the pain to go away but I know its gonna stay So I guess Im fucked in the game Then appeared a bird in the sky, dont know where it came Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip Dont know which direction, Im waitin Felt like I went cross the continent Seems like it took a whole day, then we touched down White coats all around, suprise, Im alive in a hospital Done lost half of my soul, I feel I left control Im slippin away, I took my life for granted A few hours passed and I still feel stranded Im awakin to see shit in front of me that I never seen before But I feel alright, then I tripped that I just took the ghetto fligt... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin on my bumber, bustin with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin on my bumber, bustin with a Mac-11... One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven... They ridin on my bumber, bustin with a Mac-11... [C-Bo] My homie took a bullet in the kidney HK in my hand, down on one knee On his side, Q-Ball dont die Mad as fuck and I dont understand why The little B.G.s didnt bust no caps After a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strap Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers And I got the only empty cocked back chamber Prayin for my homie not to rest in peace the shit Just aint right to take a life from an O.G. Retalion is all I can think Negative and incorrect, here comes the P.D. Damn, I got a gat and my homie dont look too good I hear the bird over the hood Now I got faith hell make it Without a doubt the next albums dedicated To my homie Q-Ball Rest in peace and fuck the rest of yall So-called homies, I dont the meanin when Im hittin ya down But when Im gone ya wanna see me Aint no love in this Garden Blocc life And I wont sweat to put a bullet in your chest And have you next on the ghetto fligt... [ Ghetto Fligt Lyrics ]
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