Текст (слова) песни: T-Rock - Livin` in the Ghetto

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[Verse 1]
We went from kings and queens, to prostitutes and murderers
The angels with the Book of Life never even heard of us
How can we regenerate our salvation?
Some niggaz worshippin` the weed we blazin`, my cheddar cheese chasin`
For money they live as sacrificial lambs
A life diminished over grams and the government don`t give a damn
So I keep a gat on my waistline to blast snitches
Empty the clip and don`t waste time for cash riches
A robbery gone sour we split his wig
And the victim was a family man with six kids
It`s a dirty game, a twisted lottery in poverty
A firearm is the only sense of technology
It`s surely a shame for crumbs we blood spill
But by law of God under no circumstance shall niggaz kill
Yet it`s still with my comrades, I`mma let my gun blast
Breakin` for cash clutchin` fast to my crumb stash

[Chorus]
I`m livin` in the ghetto, it`s so hard livin in the ghetto
Livin` in the ghetto, livin` in the ghetto
Livin` in the ghetto is hard
Livin` in the ghetto`s hard, hard, so hard

[Verse 2]
If I abandon my bad habits and don`t live as a mad savage
I`d live abundantly out-running my early casket
Times are tragic on the front lines
The devil knows our pressure points as he connects us with his punch lines
Rely on my roots of Christ I`m a troop
Counteractin` the spirit of a lie with the truth
The cause is probable, to a knowledge I`m unstoppable
In any name of Christ nigga nothin` is impossible
Father your presence is required in the line of fire
Somewhat as an alcoholic slippin` off the typewriter
Wishin` to get rid of his drinkin` desire
But when times get hard it makes him feel fifty pounds lighter
And who am I if I be judgemental?
When I engage in D.U.I. or weed and alcoholic influential
It ain`t that simple, drugs got us crooked and demental
Headed straight to hell puttin` guns to our own temple

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I got a mind with no screws, the grind is the tool to make it
I get on the move and take it, stick to the basics
We drunken and mentally faded, anticipated
They comin` up with currency in presidential faces
The streets have got me so hot from clockin` the not, entrapment
The corpse will get shot, we scorchin` the block, what happened?
Shit nobody knows a dead body floats in water
Then shrivel up and decompose a week after the slaughter
It`s an everyday thing the game is deranged and twisted
But back to the brain and calm the untamed,?I`m lifted?
It`s keepin` me sane cause fakers remain to kick it
A president should make them a statistic, yeah them bitches
But instead I just pray and puff on the hay and meditate
Cherish the day and never astray I`ll escalate
Small time niggaz be tryin to brawl but they feather weight
Then I`m forced to kill their ass leave `em in the Everglades

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: T-Rock - Livin` in the Ghetto * send correction to the typist [Verse 1] We went from kings and queens, to prostitutes and murderers The angels with the Book of Life never even heard of us How can we regenerate our salvation? Some niggaz worshippin` the weed we blazin`, my cheddar cheese chasin` For money they live as sacrificial lambs A life diminished over grams and the government don`t give a damn So I keep a gat on my waistline to blast snitches Empty the clip and don`t waste time for cash riches A robbery gone sour we split his wig And the victim was a family man with six kids It`s a dirty game, a twisted lottery in poverty A firearm is the only sense of technology It`s surely a shame for crumbs we blood spill But by law of God under no circumstance shall niggaz kill Yet it`s still with my comrades, I`mma let my gun blast Breakin` for cash clutchin` fast to my crumb stash [Chorus] I`m livin` in the ghetto, it`s so hard livin in the ghetto Livin` in the ghetto, livin` in the ghetto Livin` in the ghetto is hard Livin` in the ghetto`s hard, hard, so hard [Verse 2] If I abandon my bad habits and don`t live as a mad savage I`d live abundantly out-running my early casket Times are tragic on the front lines The devil knows our pressure points as he connects us with his punch lines Rely on my roots of Christ I`m a troop Counteractin` the spirit of a lie with the truth The cause is probable, to a knowledge I`m unstoppable In any name of Christ nigga nothin` is impossible Father your presence is required in the line of fire Somewhat as an alcoholic slippin` off the typewriter Wishin` to get rid of his drinkin` desire But when times get hard it makes him feel fifty pounds lighter And who am I if I be judgemental? When I engage in D.U.I. or weed and alcoholic influential It ain`t that simple, drugs got us crooked and demental Headed straight to hell puttin` guns to our own temple [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got a mind with no screws, the grind is the tool to make it I get on the move and take it, stick to the basics We drunken and mentally faded, anticipated They comin` up with currency in presidential faces The streets have got me so hot from clockin` the not, entrapment The corpse will get shot, we scorchin` the block, what happened? Shit nobody knows a dead body floats in water Then shrivel up and decompose a week after the slaughter It`s an everyday thing the game is deranged and twisted But back to the brain and calm the untamed,?I`m lifted? It`s keepin` me sane cause fakers remain to kick it A president should make them a statistic, yeah them bitches But instead I just pray and puff on the hay and meditate Cherish the day and never astray I`ll escalate Small time niggaz be tryin to brawl but they feather weight Then I`m forced to kill their ass leave `em in the Everglades [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Livin` in the Ghetto: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/10543.html Все тексты песен: T-Rock » T-Rock - Livin` in the Ghetto » T-Rock - Voltron » T-Rock - My Little Arm » T-Rock - Let the Hammer Go » T-Rock - 51 Deep » T-Rock - Posted Up » T-Rock - That`ll Work (Wanna Get Some Part 2) Рекомендуем скачать: » Bob Marley - Hammer » Buck 65 - Riverbed 1 » bouncing souls - Late Bloomer » Broadcast - Lights Out » Bryan Adams - It`s Only Love » Backstreet Boys - Endlessly » barrett syd - effervescing elephant \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Blaxuede f Mr. 504 - Battle Blaxuede » Big Moe f D-Gotti - Purple World » Bathory - Broken Sword » B.G. - Bling Bling » Beastie Boys - Dropping Names » Boggie Down Productions - My Philosophy » Beth Hart - Leave The Light On (another version) » Blink-182 - What`s My Age Again » Buck Owens - It`s Not What You Give » biffy clyro - Solution Devices » Bad Religion - materialist \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Blasphemous - Gettin` My Way » Bee Gees - With My Eyes Closed
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