Представляем точный текст композиции "The Game" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tommy Gibbs . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Game» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tommy Gibbs передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tommy Gibbs - "The Game"
Lyrics to The Game : (feat. Smoke (of Complexion)) [Tommy Gibbs] Like the seasons change, we go thru things Its thug love, theres no type of love without pain Few who trust, cats that you know gon bust We was fine till the streets studio gon nuts We hemned up, livin the hand delt Hold port, trying not to get caught and pinned up Live the same life, same drama, same trife I be that same nigga, same trigga, same knife We been thru it, shit, we used to it Real shit, lot of my niggas, aint lived thru it Stare downs, throw downs and spent round Bent, dont remember how it quite went down You see, once upon a time I aint had no kill I was into deep, aint have no fear On the grind, remember that beef, that time Remember that bitch, son, rember that nine [Chorus x2: Smoke] I said I came up in this game Struggled just to maintain And Im glad Im hear, whom should I fear Heres what you said... [Tommy Gibbs] Its a flipside to every coin Every nigga gotta choice to make, which path he take Its a rough ride, cuz its real on every side Folks lose they lives, suggest you choose wise Can a grew rigid nigga from public school Caught beef, fucked bitches together, act a fool As time goes on, he drift away Cant move with a nigga, aint goin your way Now thats logic, middle of Merica, to the Projects Birds of a feather always fly together Im trying to figure, how many more caps to peel Fore ya bitches realize its real Go ahead and laugh, I think you straight from ya past You better find your road, fore they lock and load Cuz you die, after shots explode Just never dawned on you, how we never fuck with you [Chorus x2] Heres what you said... [Tommy Gibbs] I stay conscious of men, who scream eaze but bring it the end We can take to the fist, fist lead to the semi Spit real life shit, make ya life shit Reminisce on this steel ya earth just strike with Niggas that bust gats, niggas that car jack Any nigga livin trying to change were he at I can die in this game on the grind slingin crack Or die in this game gettin paid spittin raps Cuz you need muscle, shit a straight hustle Niggas in the streets see you bling, they wanna touch you Respect that' no nigga expect that Aint shit to you to cap, niggas wanna get at So I thug it out, this game turn it out Same shit I hate, same shit I love about Its a real thin line between death and life Aint no rules in this game, aint no wrongs and rights [Chorus: to fade...] [ The Game Lyrics ]
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