LRC歌词
[ti:Stronger Man]
[ar:Trife Diesel/Kryme Life/Tommy Whispers]
[al:Better Late Than Never]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Stronger Man - Trife Diesel/Kryme Life/Tommy Whispers
[00:00.84]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[00:05.21]
[00:06.22]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[00:10.76]
[00:11.74]But I'll return a stronger man
[00:15.48]
[00:17.30]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[00:20.84]
[00:21.91]Uh another day's dawning I awake to hear my name calling
[00:26.01]Get up to open the blinds and see the rain falling
[00:28.34]Voices in my head saying Trife be cautious
[00:31.00]Be aware of your surroundings and guard your fortress
[00:33.88]Keep your worst enemies close and your friends even closer
[00:36.56]Watch out for them reptiles scavangers and them vultures
[00:39.76]Who pop up like gophers when you least expect
[00:42.04]They catch you off point slipping while you leaving your reast
[00:44.88]Yet my conscious is bugging me trying to bring out the thug in me
[00:47.90]My nerves is going bad and my temper's hot as the oven be
[00:50.69]My family say I'm bugging they think a ni**a need therarpy
[00:53.62]It's hard to maintain when your pockets is long currency
[00:56.68]But I'mma strike back and return as a stronger man
[00:59.45]Restrategize and divides me a stronger plan
[01:02.24]We came a long way from playing them corners with grams
[01:04.50]
[01:05.14]Putting work in cuz we ain't hurting no longer fam
[01:07.20]
[01:07.90]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[01:12.00]
[01:13.34]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[01:16.76]
[01:18.73]But I'll return a stronger man
[01:22.30]
[01:24.34]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[01:28.40]
[01:29.66]Aiyo we started off small and we came up large
[01:32.24]
[01:32.78]Put it in a jar soft and it came out hard
[01:34.85]Oh God I'm back at it they got me like an addict
[01:38.28]Addicted to the green the cream and plush fabrics
[01:41.15]Much habits the cabbage I must have it
[01:43.89]Rapping the cracking remember back when
[01:46.91]You could have a kingdom and castle off a capsule
[01:49.41]Now all we get is these baggies and an a** full of time
[01:52.81]Niggas can't even grind without the hassle
[01:54.23]
[01:54.80]In front the judge you just hear the crash of the gavel
[01:57.31]
[01:57.81]Cell gates cellmates rattles of them shackles
[01:59.83]
[02:00.58]And realize that it ain't no looking back duke
[02:02.81]
[02:03.58]So I attack boost the flow masterful
[02:06.39]The beat hitting me spitting mic God splatter proof
[02:09.33]And ni**a still get wet through his speakers
[02:11.22]
[02:11.73]The truth in the song be the pro black teaching
[02:14.45]We stronger man
[02:15.46]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[02:19.10]
[02:20.30]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[02:24.24]
[02:25.42]But I'll return a stronger man
[02:29.22]
[02:31.40]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[02:35.02]
[02:36.72]Aiyo Trife you remember them days back in the J's
[02:39.78]When we was slow grinding pumping onions of haze
[02:42.52]Around the time when Bleek dropped Coming of Age
[02:44.81]Under 29 posted up spending nickels and trays
[02:47.76]Money was flowing like rivers the first niggas out on the first
[02:51.29]Fiends loved us our work gave them the shivers
[02:53.45]When other niggas was flossing caught up in the glitter
[02:55.88]We was stacking train rides to Manhattan time to deliver
[02:58.55]
[02:59.08]From the streets to the stage the stage to something bigger
[03:01.54]And I share it all me and my dogs from the same litter
[03:04.62]I'm the hitter you the pitcher and Hawk he play the catcher
[03:07.32]T.M.F. to the death and we all riding together
[03:09.80]
[03:10.31]Through the stormy weather prevailing seven seas sailing
[03:12.93]Word wide tours F**king with hoes that's Venezuelan
[03:15.40]High price my niggas catch ice like it was hailing
[03:18.48]Doing big things see the three kings all hail them
[03:21.48]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[03:26.50]
[03:27.34]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[03:31.47]
[03:32.71]But I'll return a stronger man
[03:36.48]
[03:38.27]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[03:42.44]
[03:44.01]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[03:48.60]
[03:49.55]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[03:54.19]
[03:55.00]But I'll return a stronger man
[03:59.07]
[04:00.55]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[04:04.81]
[04:06.36]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[04:10.96]
[04:11.83]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[04:16.13]
[04:17.26]But I'll return a stronger man
[04:21.52]
[04:22.91]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[ar:Trife Diesel/Kryme Life/Tommy Whispers]
[al:Better Late Than Never]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Stronger Man - Trife Diesel/Kryme Life/Tommy Whispers
[00:00.84]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[00:05.21]
[00:06.22]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[00:10.76]
[00:11.74]But I'll return a stronger man
[00:15.48]
[00:17.30]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[00:20.84]
[00:21.91]Uh another day's dawning I awake to hear my name calling
[00:26.01]Get up to open the blinds and see the rain falling
[00:28.34]Voices in my head saying Trife be cautious
[00:31.00]Be aware of your surroundings and guard your fortress
[00:33.88]Keep your worst enemies close and your friends even closer
[00:36.56]Watch out for them reptiles scavangers and them vultures
[00:39.76]Who pop up like gophers when you least expect
[00:42.04]They catch you off point slipping while you leaving your reast
[00:44.88]Yet my conscious is bugging me trying to bring out the thug in me
[00:47.90]My nerves is going bad and my temper's hot as the oven be
[00:50.69]My family say I'm bugging they think a ni**a need therarpy
[00:53.62]It's hard to maintain when your pockets is long currency
[00:56.68]But I'mma strike back and return as a stronger man
[00:59.45]Restrategize and divides me a stronger plan
[01:02.24]We came a long way from playing them corners with grams
[01:04.50]
[01:05.14]Putting work in cuz we ain't hurting no longer fam
[01:07.20]
[01:07.90]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[01:12.00]
[01:13.34]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[01:16.76]
[01:18.73]But I'll return a stronger man
[01:22.30]
[01:24.34]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[01:28.40]
[01:29.66]Aiyo we started off small and we came up large
[01:32.24]
[01:32.78]Put it in a jar soft and it came out hard
[01:34.85]Oh God I'm back at it they got me like an addict
[01:38.28]Addicted to the green the cream and plush fabrics
[01:41.15]Much habits the cabbage I must have it
[01:43.89]Rapping the cracking remember back when
[01:46.91]You could have a kingdom and castle off a capsule
[01:49.41]Now all we get is these baggies and an a** full of time
[01:52.81]Niggas can't even grind without the hassle
[01:54.23]
[01:54.80]In front the judge you just hear the crash of the gavel
[01:57.31]
[01:57.81]Cell gates cellmates rattles of them shackles
[01:59.83]
[02:00.58]And realize that it ain't no looking back duke
[02:02.81]
[02:03.58]So I attack boost the flow masterful
[02:06.39]The beat hitting me spitting mic God splatter proof
[02:09.33]And ni**a still get wet through his speakers
[02:11.22]
[02:11.73]The truth in the song be the pro black teaching
[02:14.45]We stronger man
[02:15.46]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[02:19.10]
[02:20.30]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[02:24.24]
[02:25.42]But I'll return a stronger man
[02:29.22]
[02:31.40]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[02:35.02]
[02:36.72]Aiyo Trife you remember them days back in the J's
[02:39.78]When we was slow grinding pumping onions of haze
[02:42.52]Around the time when Bleek dropped Coming of Age
[02:44.81]Under 29 posted up spending nickels and trays
[02:47.76]Money was flowing like rivers the first niggas out on the first
[02:51.29]Fiends loved us our work gave them the shivers
[02:53.45]When other niggas was flossing caught up in the glitter
[02:55.88]We was stacking train rides to Manhattan time to deliver
[02:58.55]
[02:59.08]From the streets to the stage the stage to something bigger
[03:01.54]And I share it all me and my dogs from the same litter
[03:04.62]I'm the hitter you the pitcher and Hawk he play the catcher
[03:07.32]T.M.F. to the death and we all riding together
[03:09.80]
[03:10.31]Through the stormy weather prevailing seven seas sailing
[03:12.93]Word wide tours F**king with hoes that's Venezuelan
[03:15.40]High price my niggas catch ice like it was hailing
[03:18.48]Doing big things see the three kings all hail them
[03:21.48]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[03:26.50]
[03:27.34]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[03:31.47]
[03:32.71]But I'll return a stronger man
[03:36.48]
[03:38.27]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[03:42.44]
[03:44.01]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[03:48.60]
[03:49.55]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[03:54.19]
[03:55.00]But I'll return a stronger man
[03:59.07]
[04:00.55]No grave shall hold a stronger man
[04:04.81]
[04:06.36]Cool September where the dust hangs high
[04:10.96]
[04:11.83]The flowers weep beneath my feet
[04:16.13]
[04:17.26]But I'll return a stronger man
[04:21.52]
[04:22.91]No grave shall hold a stronger man
文本歌词
Stronger Man - Trife Diesel/Kryme Life/Tommy Whispers
Cool September where the dust hangs high
The flowers weep beneath my feet
But I'll return a stronger man
No grave shall hold a stronger man
Uh another day's dawning I awake to hear my name calling
Get up to open the blinds and see the rain falling
Voices in my head saying Trife be cautious
Be aware of your surroundings and guard your fortress
Keep your worst enemies close and your friends even closer
Watch out for them reptiles scavangers and them vultures
Who pop up like gophers when you least expect
They catch you off point slipping while you leaving your reast
Yet my conscious is bugging me trying to bring out the thug in me
My nerves is going bad and my temper's hot as the oven be
My family say I'm bugging they think a ni**a need therarpy
It's hard to maintain when your pockets is long currency
But I'mma strike back and return as a stronger man
Restrategize and divides me a stronger plan
We came a long way from playing them corners with grams
Putting work in cuz we ain't hurting no longer fam
Cool September where the dust hangs high
The flowers weep beneath my feet
But I'll return a stronger man
No grave shall hold a stronger man
Aiyo we started off small and we came up large
Put it in a jar soft and it came out hard
Oh God I'm back at it they got me like an addict
Addicted to the green the cream and plush fabrics
Much habits the cabbage I must have it
Rapping the cracking remember back when
You could have a kingdom and castle off a capsule
Now all we get is these baggies and an a** full of time
Niggas can't even grind without the hassle
In front the judge you just hear the crash of the gavel
Cell gates cellmates rattles of them shackles
And realize that it ain't no looking back duke
So I attack boost the flow masterful
The beat hitting me spitting mic God splatter proof
And ni**a still get wet through his speakers
The truth in the song be the pro black teaching
We stronger man
Cool September where the dust hangs high
The flowers weep beneath my feet
But I'll return a stronger man
No grave shall hold a stronger man
Aiyo Trife you remember them days back in the J's
When we was slow grinding pumping onions of haze
Around the time when Bleek dropped Coming of Age
Under 29 posted up spending nickels and trays
Money was flowing like rivers the first niggas out on the first
Fiends loved us our work gave them the shivers
When other niggas was flossing caught up in the glitter
We was stacking train rides to Manhattan time to deliver
From the streets to the stage the stage to something bigger
And I share it all me and my dogs from the same litter
I'm the hitter you the pitcher and Hawk he play the catcher
T.M.F. to the death and we all riding together
Through the stormy weather prevailing seven seas sailing
Word wide tours F**king with hoes that's Venezuelan
High price my niggas catch ice like it was hailing
Doing big things see the three kings all hail them
Cool September where the dust hangs high
The flowers weep beneath my feet
But I'll return a stronger man
No grave shall hold a stronger man
Cool September where the dust hangs high
The flowers weep beneath my feet
But I'll return a stronger man
No grave shall hold a stronger man
Cool September where the dust hangs high
The flowers weep beneath my feet
But I'll return a stronger man
No grave shall hold a stronger man
































