LRC歌词
作词 : Wilbert Mays
作曲 : Wilbert Mays
[Instrumental Vocal Intro]
[ Intro Sample ]
I, I would say even more, uh, shockingly, African -American music is somehow allowing its distance to slip away from them. I mean, yeah, it used to be when I was a kid, everybody in the neighborhood was somehow into this music. They all knew who Miles was, they all knew something about Charlie Parker or J.J. Johnson, well today, we're into another era, young people are rapping...hip -hop. I've got nothing against that, it's just that there's a reason for that, partly, it's economic. When I was a kid you could buy a saxophone for \$500 and today it costs a person \$5000 to buy a saxophone, so quitе naturally, young kids, the young culture of today are, arе rapping, instead of blowing their horns or playing pianos or, or, or, into some other instrument, because the possibility of acquiring those instruments, acquiring music lessons, has become much more remote
[Verse: Cities Aviv ]
I need the whips with the dun
The truck got a rifle hanging off it like a keychain
**** with me not, slumped over in the passenger seat, we getting spiritual
Phone home, you not from these parts
Down south, we was moving on a time that was [?]
Militants on stage, they rocking bald fades
Shawty bad, yeah she gonna let that thing hang
Use caution, niggas gunning at close range
Stand on it, write a plan on it, 49 times a day, fell for it
The sound from the speaker got the whole block coming out
Tech shift to a sickening thud
Double specs in my glass, there was specs in my blood
The respect that you passing on me, nothing to hide
Saw you niggas coming cozy now that numbers is up
I'm all for the rut, really I ain't ****ing with bruh
Saw your teeth, get 'em punched
The cells start to rust to reflect what is up
The heart just blush, we expected a dub
Run back time, we investing in love
Sweetness, will you ever heal from the hurt?
I don't entertain 'em like niggas asking for hugs
You disgust me, like all the niggas I run with
The curtains gets clenched like the fist on an [?]
Done and done, the unsung one, dawn to dust
Gotta crate for the bones when the ties we cut
Love me for me nigga that's the time we on [x5 ]
[Outro]
作曲 : Wilbert Mays
[Instrumental Vocal Intro]
[ Intro Sample ]
I, I would say even more, uh, shockingly, African -American music is somehow allowing its distance to slip away from them. I mean, yeah, it used to be when I was a kid, everybody in the neighborhood was somehow into this music. They all knew who Miles was, they all knew something about Charlie Parker or J.J. Johnson, well today, we're into another era, young people are rapping...hip -hop. I've got nothing against that, it's just that there's a reason for that, partly, it's economic. When I was a kid you could buy a saxophone for \$500 and today it costs a person \$5000 to buy a saxophone, so quitе naturally, young kids, the young culture of today are, arе rapping, instead of blowing their horns or playing pianos or, or, or, into some other instrument, because the possibility of acquiring those instruments, acquiring music lessons, has become much more remote
[Verse: Cities Aviv ]
I need the whips with the dun
The truck got a rifle hanging off it like a keychain
**** with me not, slumped over in the passenger seat, we getting spiritual
Phone home, you not from these parts
Down south, we was moving on a time that was [?]
Militants on stage, they rocking bald fades
Shawty bad, yeah she gonna let that thing hang
Use caution, niggas gunning at close range
Stand on it, write a plan on it, 49 times a day, fell for it
The sound from the speaker got the whole block coming out
Tech shift to a sickening thud
Double specs in my glass, there was specs in my blood
The respect that you passing on me, nothing to hide
Saw you niggas coming cozy now that numbers is up
I'm all for the rut, really I ain't ****ing with bruh
Saw your teeth, get 'em punched
The cells start to rust to reflect what is up
The heart just blush, we expected a dub
Run back time, we investing in love
Sweetness, will you ever heal from the hurt?
I don't entertain 'em like niggas asking for hugs
You disgust me, like all the niggas I run with
The curtains gets clenched like the fist on an [?]
Done and done, the unsung one, dawn to dust
Gotta crate for the bones when the ties we cut
Love me for me nigga that's the time we on [x5 ]
[Outro]
文本歌词
作词 : Wilbert Mays作曲 : Wilbert Mays
I, I would say even more, uh, shockingly, African -American music is somehow allowing its distance to slip away from them. I mean, yeah, it used to be when I was a kid, everybody in the neighborhood was somehow into this music. They all knew who Miles was, they all knew something about Charlie Parker or J.J. Johnson, well today, we're into another era, young people are rapping...hip -hop. I've got nothing against that, it's just that there's a reason for that, partly, it's economic. When I was a kid you could buy a saxophone for \$500 and today it costs a person \$5000 to buy a saxophone, so quitе naturally, young kids, the young culture of today are, arе rapping, instead of blowing their horns or playing pianos or, or, or, into some other instrument, because the possibility of acquiring those instruments, acquiring music lessons, has become much more remote
I need the whips with the dunThe truck got a rifle hanging off it like a keychain**** with me not, slumped over in the passenger seat, we getting spiritualPhone home, you not from these partsDown south, we was moving on a time that was
Militants on stage, they rocking bald fadesShawty bad, yeah she gonna let that thing hangUse caution, niggas gunning at close rangeStand on it, write a plan on it, 49 times a day, fell for itThe sound from the speaker got the whole block coming outTech shift to a sickening thudDouble specs in my glass, there was specs in my bloodThe respect that you passing on me, nothing to hideSaw you niggas coming cozy now that numbers is upI'm all for the rut, really I ain't ****ing with bruhSaw your teeth, get 'em punchedThe cells start to rust to reflect what is upThe heart just blush, we expected a dubRun back time, we investing in loveSweetness, will you ever heal from the hurt?I don't entertain 'em like niggas asking for hugsYou disgust me, like all the niggas I run withThe curtains gets clenched like the fist on an
Done and done, the unsung one, dawn to dustGotta crate for the bones when the ties we cutLove me for me nigga that's the time we on
I, I would say even more, uh, shockingly, African -American music is somehow allowing its distance to slip away from them. I mean, yeah, it used to be when I was a kid, everybody in the neighborhood was somehow into this music. They all knew who Miles was, they all knew something about Charlie Parker or J.J. Johnson, well today, we're into another era, young people are rapping...hip -hop. I've got nothing against that, it's just that there's a reason for that, partly, it's economic. When I was a kid you could buy a saxophone for \$500 and today it costs a person \$5000 to buy a saxophone, so quitе naturally, young kids, the young culture of today are, arе rapping, instead of blowing their horns or playing pianos or, or, or, into some other instrument, because the possibility of acquiring those instruments, acquiring music lessons, has become much more remote
I need the whips with the dunThe truck got a rifle hanging off it like a keychain**** with me not, slumped over in the passenger seat, we getting spiritualPhone home, you not from these partsDown south, we was moving on a time that was
Militants on stage, they rocking bald fadesShawty bad, yeah she gonna let that thing hangUse caution, niggas gunning at close rangeStand on it, write a plan on it, 49 times a day, fell for itThe sound from the speaker got the whole block coming outTech shift to a sickening thudDouble specs in my glass, there was specs in my bloodThe respect that you passing on me, nothing to hideSaw you niggas coming cozy now that numbers is upI'm all for the rut, really I ain't ****ing with bruhSaw your teeth, get 'em punchedThe cells start to rust to reflect what is upThe heart just blush, we expected a dubRun back time, we investing in loveSweetness, will you ever heal from the hurt?I don't entertain 'em like niggas asking for hugsYou disgust me, like all the niggas I run withThe curtains gets clenched like the fist on an
Done and done, the unsung one, dawn to dustGotta crate for the bones when the ties we cutLove me for me nigga that's the time we on
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