Представляем точный текст композиции "Growing Up" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Turk . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Growing Up» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Turk передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Turk - "Growing Up"
Lyrics to Growing Up : [Mickey] I aint nothin but a hustler, I raised like that Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that Ol Gs taught us game, we was made like that Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac Laid flat My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin Me and brother didnt like tha way my mother was (') So we promised to get my momma out Betta car, betta house And if daddy aint gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life No heat, no light at tha crib at night Stay strapped , gat attached next to my ribs at night Cause them fiendsll try to steal yo life Muthafucka this Chicago Everything I live for, I die for Cash Money tha click Ill ride for Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasnt fuckin wit me Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey Cash Money Millionaires nigga [Hook(Turk)] Growing up was hard in them project bricks I aint gone even lie dawg I aint neva had shit It was hard dawg wit out a father figure Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga [Christina] Nigga Im from city where niggaz gang bang and shit Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit I tote em quick and make chickens get over Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over Shit Im not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto Slimmys pack simmys, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart Hit tha roach, dont smoke, itll have u senseless in tha ghetto Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto Im glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto True divas neva settle for tha ghetto Come on, and thats real Cash Money nigga [Hook] [Turk] Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard Couldnt keep up wit tha Jones, cuz we didnt have funds In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didnt have air Daddy wasnt even around like he didnt even care I aint gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasnt at all Used to keep a pair of tennys for atleast 6 months When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock Didnt have no telephone or no cable box Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal Livin on welfare and my mommas pray Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin up [Hook] [ Growing Up Lyrics ]
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