Представляем точный текст композиции "Real Life" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bone Brothers . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Real Life» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bone Brothers передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bone Brothers - "Real Life"
Lyrics to Real Life : (feat. Treach & Krayzie Bone) [Layzie Bone, Treach, Bizzy Bone] Bone Thug Nature, Naughty by Harmony Forgive them father for they know not what they doin Treach in the motherfuckin house Its time to hit em with the real shit, Like Mo Thug, we fenna get our money bone bone bone bone [Chorus#1: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone] We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ I see the light through little Layzies eyes, Hope he can see him in mine, This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ I see the light in little Bizzys eyes, Hope he can see him in mine, Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] Woke up this mornin with my eyes wide, Feelin the pressure of livin today now why should i try' Im tired of feelin this pain, game gon recognize game, And any nigga that really aint feelin me Is the epitome of what I be doin these niggas is slippery, If its the history let it repeat itself, Treat yourself dont cheat yourself, To a life live long, watch your health, better yourself and take care of yourself Tell em to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what Killas will stop and squeeze bust, Funny how shit dont ease up Strapped with the heat, live in the streets I gotta go get it, whatever we need My wife and my seed dependin on me Im tryin to be the best I can be Talk about life, I wont get it twice Makin this money for me and my wife, Niggas is wantin to shut me down What about the kids the kids the kids is great Watch out my nigga we dominate Make it to where you cant concentrate Releasing it through when we bomb on hate Real life comin atcha, real life shit can happen, real life talkin to ya, Now holla at me. [Chorus #2: Bizzy Bone & Layzie Bone] We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ I see the light through little Layzies eyes Hope he can see him in mine, This money gon make me crazy, this money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). We been wheelin n dealin all our lives, Money gon make me crazy, jesus christ I see the light in Trigga Treachs eyes, Hope he can see him in mine Money gon make me crazy, money gon make me crazy baby (hard time hustlin). [Verse 2: Treach] Twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer on the beer on the wall A twenty to twenty to twenty to bottles of bottles of beer, And if the one of the one of the dollas a dollas happen to happen to fall Itll be a plick plow plick plow, hunana brick brack to alla yall I got my chrome protect my dome plus my mask and my mic I got my own version called the Ghetto Passion of Christ Niggas feel theyself too much cant smell the shit that youre in I wanna save all the children but Im pissed like urine With these telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie Tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised I keep it funky fuck ya hustla wit a musty hussa Thats why my O-Gs we be hangin out like rusty mothas Don dotta dolla found a ground and not a nine-to-five-a I love you who dont want no more of that baby mamma drama Haters call me, I hated all who try me yea, Whether youre bald or youre braided parts Them hustlas can never fade it, come on [Chorus #2] [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone & Bizzy Bone] [Krayzie] This life Im livin got me ill its livin like everyday Im spendin my time preventin my mind from flippin and goin insane And now that we comin up on these last days, were livin the fast lane Its only contributing to my bad ways This aint even my life, cuz I was supposed to be livin forever Right here in the flesh and not up in heaven cuz I know God gon make it better. We runnin around chasin this paper like thats gon save us We so caught up in tryin to be famous, Its a shame but can you blame us' cuz Takin in all of these hard times keep me blind and on mine Why we dont wanna be like God, but shoot for the stars in the sky Nigga determined to get rich, Im afraid gon lose they blessings So the question is: you wanna stay alive, or tryin to be wealthy' but nah [Bizzy] What is you talkin about' Look at these motherfuckas in the streets, walkin around, assed out Scared of the winter in another abandoned house They dont know nothin about random outs See em my pitiful hand is out Baby girl was ran down Harmony harmony stand down Sound off Bone takin the Beverly Hills and round off Ante up, rubber bands, quicker than you can get an ounce off uh Back to the real world where the murderin happens. Its touchin everbody, including the news and the rapping Why would I babble and wouldnt nobody blastin Everybody would only be spittin out metaphors put it on Jesse Jackson And you can just ask him the rappin is real And you cant turn me down like that Im still your child (put it on) Pac too I got as much Pac in me as you got in you. Give em the game, break it down, yall better read the Bible cause Yall better know who wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your souls Now the Bone is finally focused, Pay attention to real talkin 7th Sign, Mo Thug, Thug Line still shinin on em [Chorus #1: x2] [ Real Life Lyrics ]
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