Ahhhh shit......jučer sam imal jebenu sreću...........hrvatski..........pita........lektiru..........znojil sam se kak Tupac na koncertima,e, i još više......fakat.......ovak, najavila je da bu pitala prije cupple of dayz. Svi su pozabili na to (kao i uvijek)......ja nisam pročital knjigu već 2 god (samo s neta), ali je bila j.....sreća kaj je pitala sve pa nije bilo vremena za detalje...hahaha........black pantheru je otvorila prije mene i thug se jedva izvukel, slijedili su još neki pa...ja...ah.....u paniki sam joj nabrojil 5 knjiga (hamlet, roemo i julija.....) tak kaj se zbunila i na kraju sam rekel da sam pročital fantastičnu knjigu jednog repera : Tupacovo uskrsnuće.......hahaha...ženska je rekla kak ona ne voli slavu, celebretye, HIP HOP...nabrojila mi je Nereda i Woo-a....mislil sam kakvu bum kulju dobil a onda je rekla "sjedni,pet"......she get me dawn.....nisam znal dal se bacim pod tenk ili s prozora.......I thought, what a fuck?........svršil sam ju kak mladu majmunicu, oću reći SKRŠIL.....I`ma lucky man.....
evo vam na prethodnom postu cd cover a sad slijedi moja nova pjesma.......check it.....
IT`S HARD
Ok, I know I ain`t nigga, I ain`t black...
I don`t know my chances to got a fame...
....my chances are low.....
but everyone live to do somethin`...
my way is to be a rapper, writin` rhymes bout my feelings, my wishes....
hey, `pac brotha...I`m goin` on your way....
maybe I won`t be loud like you.....but I`ll try to live like you.....
...thinkin` like you......be a man.....thug......but it`s hard....
[Chorus x2]
It`s hard but I`ll find out, how to be thug,
catchin` piece of faaame
it ain`t wrong rappin` if you ain`t black,
it`s hard...that`s right...did you hear me bayb....
Verse one:
Waitin` to be on high, I sware one day I`ll fly
livin` without lies, look at my cristal eye, nigga white,
gotta skills, to singin` on tha Jesuz`s hill, to be a rapper
than give me a paper to write some rhyme
please, autograms later, playin` a fairplay,
against tha gay n try to spray my fame
buy some gun, glock, than be a thug till death,
but it`s ain`t all in tha money
stay the same, like you, before tha fameeee,
if you`re thug don`t let a treachy
than refuse the blameeee, fuck the fame,
I got a A in tha school, my mama raised me good
I have a pride, now I can bail round tha hood,
that was happened yesterday, ok,
I must be attentive or I`ll recieve a bump,
respect me, nobody shouldn`t let verbal rape
if you`re against tha all than don`t expect any friend,
against tha pussy, against tha money n agaist tha fame
if you are male, be the happy man
don`t be one affraid buck cuz the men are main,
avoid bitches cuz bitches bring lies
stop listen the others and be thug till ya die, stay maintain
by mothafuckas you can be fucked up, be a hip-hop fan,
hip-hop could be rough somebody want ban it,
he couldn`t explain it, be a thug is hard
I still don`t know that, I`ma simple man but I`ll find out...the way...
[Chorus x2]
....how to be thug,
catchin` piece of faaame
it ain`t wrong rappin` if you ain`t black,
it`s hard...that`s right...did you hear me bayb....
Verse two:
We, my homies and me, are grew up in tha peacefull bloooock...
with no gun, but with violence, without murders in any tiiiiiime...
parents working till night cuz us
lil` money they got but we must passed through the month,
got on bust cuz the cops were crockeed
I told everything I didn`t lie cause I`m honest,
wish to be a thug can come true
but way is hard for me, it ain`t easy for youth,
I`m hangin` out with my friends but ain`t drinkin a lot
mixed Gin makes me bad, I must say, I like cola n vine,
we use to buzzin` in town, in smoky crews
meet new friends, chosen, with no rock bands,hehe(old school)
G`s know I`m quiet, so I promise you this
when I become white nigga, I`ll do huge leap,
but I can just dreamin` till that
I`ll try to say somethin` smart,
every G knows it`s hard to be a thug, maaan.....
[Chorus x2]
It`s hard but I`ll find out, how to be thug,
catchin` piece of faaame
it ain`t wrong rappin` if you ain`t black,
it`s hard...that`s right...did you hear me bayb....
Verse three:
Listen a loud music, specificly rap
sitin` in my car built hydraulics n smoke a blade of grass,
talkin` with my baby and watchin`da sky
falling stars in blaze, turn my neck than look at her eyez,
n whatchin` how time fly....
she`s part of my thug life, she is my life
I gave her my heart, we exchange kisses thru` night,
dear Mama, I love you, your face never be fade
I like your stories bout knight wit bolden head,(hey)
I`m greedin` my familly tree
dady who`s love me more than me, myself, given me all
I never thought to say, nasty word, fuck you yo,
on competition when I`m swimmin` a crawl
I always got silver, gold medal
he use to gave me a smilin` face or somethin` more
I love him a lot, soon,
I`ll gettin` a money n stop lookin behind
try to be kind, I heard money broke man, but I`ll be fine
I have enough luv, United Thugs are on puff
we`re proud cause that is start,
start on way to become a thug....
[Chorus x2]
It`s hard but I`ll find out, how to be thug,
catchin` piece of faaame
it ain`t wrong rappin` if you ain`t black,
it`s hard...that`s right...did you hear me bayb....
it`s hard......(be a thug)
It`s hard.....
be a thug....
It`s hard.....
be a thug....
It`s hard.....
be a thug....
one day I`ll be on high...
It`s hard.....
be a thug....
It`s hard.....
be a thug....
It`s hard.....
be a thug....
one day I`ll be on high...
It`s hard.....
be a thug....
It`s hard.....
be a thug....
It`s hard.....
be a thug....
Be a thug maaan....
by Fody the DOn
Post je objavljen 23.01.2006. u 17:15 sati.