Представляем точный текст композиции "The Listening" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Little Brother . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Listening» — 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 - "The Listening"
Lyrics to The Listening : [Verse One] Yo, I bought a brand new album today Decide to take it home kick off my shoes relax and play And spin it for the whole joint cause I like to ge the whole point Music is everything to me and I refuse to rock the piece Cause youre my favorite emcee All I want is what you would ask of me; Hi Kwelity And some Definition Wonder why we bootleg like its prohibition Its difficult its dismissing I got suspicions that your ears to the streets where were whispering Are you listening' I took your LP to DC, where some youngins Gave me the LD on how it should be Make sure the beat knock til the trunk pop And everybody pause when you cruise down the block Roll down your window and they ask what you playin But dont nobody care what youre sayin... Thats what they told me yall [Chorus] This is a message for our people chasing benjamins With real rhymes and skills they believing in Keeping them bad tapes rolling like michellin it dont matter, cause niggaz aint listening They aint listening, they thinkin bout they timbalands They say the shit we talk about aint interestin We got a better chance of blowing up in switzerland Holla if you hear it cause niggaz aint listening [Verse Two] Music was my sanctuary so I take a long listen To hip hop living out my life in songs wishin My parents I could get along with them So I would go inside my room and dig deep inside the strong rhythms Back when fresh was the word, and raw was on prism Marley on the boards, plus Kane was long livin G rap and A spittin murderous Bought long live the kane sat down and learned every word of it Sneakin my walkman in the homeroom playin it Listen for punchlines delivery and cadences But nowadays its like niggaz wanna play with it They hear some good shit but dont stop to savor it Like one night we was out in my whip With some broads just chillin playin demos and shit Asked em how I sounded rockin the mike One chicl told me all she listened to was beats, thank god for ninth Trying to get pressed on vinyl cause muhfuckers buy your CD But turn around dont even know your song titles Like track 2 is hot, and track 6 is long Aint even listening, Im hoping I get through to yall [Chorus] [Verse Three] Fly Motorola diploma style ice niggaz Asparagus rosemary chips for all my nice niggaz We roll through niggaz masked in vengeance U-Haul emcess chasing Brown Sugars And you thought that it would never happen Thought that it would never happen My clever rappin keeps my celery growing Judy Jetson up in Elroys thought he was home With the Gold Bond Armor-All fatigues on Rosey in the pantry with Velma and Shaggy getting they lean on He sweeter that a Whitney Hous track hittin them high notes And Alex Keaton always frontin like he high post Screaming on Justine when he flippin the script Tony Danza left a playa celibate Rippin rhymes for the hell of it Check all these bitches on my Soul Glow city Walkin round with Madagascar titties Imported for my Cole Train leaves ya elephant niggaz Yo peace Jovan the sky be purple and orange. . . [Chorus] [ The Listening Lyrics ]
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