Представляем точный текст композиции "One Eleven" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Little Brother . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «One Eleven» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Little Brother передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Little Brother - "One Eleven"
Lyrics to One Eleven : (feat. O-Dash) [Chorus: Rapper Big Pooh] All my real niggas trying to make money All them fake nigga trying to take money Why them little girls wanna shake for they money You dont want no problems with me, sonny, for real [Rapper Big Pooh:] Eight years young, Now you back home Trying to walk a path The straight The narrow Shorties on the block still getting that gwop But they aint like you cause them niggas aint narrow One slip-up cost your past vacation Spent in the hell that we call incarceration Before you came out, tried to tell you all about How this world done changed, I know its frustrating I plead for my brother to have patience They set you up to failo, better know your situation They first tactic, we call it probation I dont believe in the rehabilitating They still gotta keep an eye on you, hating Thats when they throw another at you called occupation And damn, for a 2-time felon The only thing you smelling is fries and beef And here comes the Lord You back to the street Cause $5.25 wont get you a car And people like, homie, why the fuck is you working You should be with your brother Cause that niggas star And that theres the furthest from the God-given truth Thinking you entitled, bout to tie your own noose Every house built one brick at a time I build mine with these rhymes You gotta find your own juice, bro [Chorus] [O-Dash:] Its hard not knowing where your meals coming from Your ribs get to touching Them thangs get to busting Scabs start pussing Adrenaline start rushing See your belly full, wolves get to lunching Call myself putting all my faith in Christ I just preserve my demons, put my faith in ice Calculated the price, of sacrifices I made Now Im in the shade, seeing how the game is played Cause kids learn at young age They gonna either strip, move a brick Or end up on the front page Its like one way in, no way out The hood is sponge Niggas fear squeezing em out Got stacks in the floor, a lil work in the couch Laid off, plus your girl got one in the pouch Trying to live a good life, but this money is dirty The way we living, bro, we aint gonna make it to thirty [ One Eleven Lyrics ]
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