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My Block (Nitty Remix)

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2Pac

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Lời bài hát: My Block (Nitty Remix)

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They got a n***a shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears Cause *** was hectic on me last year, it appears that I've been marred for death My heartless breast, the underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed, and no rest for every weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that I've buried in the cemetery *** is scary, I'm black on black, crime legendary But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worthy Tear drops and closed caskets, the three strikes, law is drastic In certain depth, boys get arrested, what can we do when we're arrested? Put open fire, life in the pen ain't for me cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair, I wonder if the Lord still cares For us n****s on welfare, and who cares if we survive? The only time he notice a n***a is when he's clutching on the phone 5 My neighborhood ain't the same, cause all the little babies gone crazy Or they suffering in the game, and I swear it's like a trap But I ain't giving up on the hood, it's all good when I go back Oh show me love, n****s give me props, forever hot cause it don't stop On my block Living life is but a dream, hard times is all we see Bury the block, it's kinda mean, but on our block we still pray But on our block we still pray That *** is constantly hot on my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain the mother's pain when her son drops Black males living in hell, when will we prevail? Fear in jail but cracked cells got me living well Innocent, so suicidal with this thug's life Staying strapped forever, trapped in this drug life God help me cause I'm starved and can't get a job So I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Putting work to shed tears for my dead peers Misled from childhood where I went astray To this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroken From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark Couldn't quit the bull*** make me represent Hit the bar, played the star everywhere I went In my heart I felt alone, out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home, on my block Living life is but a dream, hard times is all we see Every block is kinda mean, but on our block we still pray And I can't help but wonder why so many young kids had to die Caught strays from AKs in the drive-by Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close knit community but now it all grows strange As time changes us to stone and crack pipes All up and down the block exterminating black life But I can't blame the dealers, my mama's welfare check Has bought the next man chrome wheels ***'s real, I know you feel my tragedy A single mother with a problem, child daddy free Hanging out, picking up game, sipping cheap liquor Gaming the hoochies open, I can get to sleep with her It's a man's work, staying strapped Fantasies of a nigga looking fat, but he'll back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide-eyed and losing focus on my block Living life is but a dream, hard times is all we see Every block is kinda mean, but on our block we still pray And block parties and the projects lasting the way past daylight A young nigga learned to break, now I used to play fight With my homies but they stuck in the pen I've seen them ends but it's tough on a friend In my mind I see the same motherfuckers balling Alcohol will make the lazy niggas slip and fall Mrs. Carl, I know the young niggas understand this Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on the fast times Past crimes, trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty gang Gold chains, some extra change and the street fame And what's strange is everybody know my name, swear they all know me And lots of cash make a nigga change, I hit the green just to maintain Feeling pain for all the niggas that I lost to the gang From my block, that's right Living life is not a dream, the hard times are gone Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed away From all the blocks that I'm from From 12th Street, 7th Avenue, New York, uptown, you know what I'm saying 183rd and Walden, my block, that's right 127th and Morningside, my block, that's right Cater Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right In the jungle, Marin City, that's my block, that's right Los Angeles, that's my block too Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure And all the other blocks around this motherfucking Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago All y'all niggas stay kicking up dust Represent the motherfucking block

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