Livin' 4 the Moment 歌词
| 歌曲 | Livin' 4 the Moment |
| 歌手 | Geto Boys |
| 专辑 | Da Good da Bad & da Ugly |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Armstrong, Dean, Johnson ... | |
| Picture me broke and disgusted, livin like a fuckin bum | |
| Raggedy clothes, not knowin where my next meal comin from | |
| I want the american dream like dusty rolls | |
| Got my eyes on paper, fuck these musty hoes | |
| Foes die slower than an aids patient | |
| To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin | |
| The police wanna see me in an early grave | |
| But i ain't trippin on em muthafuckin pearly gates | |
| Ways to get a nigga 'fore he get me | |
| Always keep my 'stola with me | |
| Never beg for my life if they muthafuckin hit me | |
| Face, are you with me? (hell yeah) | |
| The d.e.a. tryin to put me in a jail cell | |
| (hell yeah) but i refuse to be locked up | |
| (hell yeah) give me a quart of ki rocked up | |
| (hell yeah) money and murder, that's my motto | |
| I take my chances in the ghetto, fuck the lotto | |
| [ chorus: scarface ] | |
| I live my life for the moment, fuck tomorrow | |
| Still kill, beg, borrow | |
| Money is power | |
| Rocks is powder | |
| Glock in trousers | |
| Block is ours | |
| Sold flour | |
| Hood sours | |
| Crime towers | |
| Scream louder | |
| [ verse 2: scarface ] | |
| Bein broke got a muthafucka focused on the wrong things | |
| Livin illegal, armorin the regal with gold danes | |
| Twistin muthafuckas up, killin em even quicker | |
| Niggas on a suicidal mission to get the scrilla | |
| Anybody peeler, i'm still a homicidal killer | |
| Mob with gorillas, servin the fiends smokin chillers | |
| And i'm - so high - that i - can touch the sky | |
| Above the fallin rain | |
| Let me explain, in these streets no pain | |
| Murder your partner if he crosses you, nigga, do your thing | |
| It's a struggle for position in this cold dark world | |
| Survival of the realest geto boys and girls | |
| So what you waitin on, get your muthafuckin ranks | |
| And your muthafuckin bank, serve your muthafuckin hank | |
| And your dank, i don't think the sun don't shine | |
| In 1999 - so grind | |
| Ain't no sense in dyin without a dime | |
| Listen to the muthafuckin rhymes | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| [ verse 3: willie d ] | |
| Day dark, walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
| I fear nothin | |
| We all gotta die of somethin | |
| Don't blame me if i capitalize | |
| Give me the dope and lock me up if i happen to rise | |
| Despise any human that ain't a substance to my lifestyle | |
| Put me out my mysery, i might smile | |
| Why plan the future when everyday there's a new opponent | |
| I'm livin for the muthafuckin moment, dmg, get on it | |
| [ verse 4: dmg ] | |
| Well i, nigga, i come to ride | |
| Down for the southside | |
| Drive by your community | |
| I'm doin him, we bombin | |
| Droppin on your muthafuckin squadron | |
| Heartless, bring these muthafuckas rigor mortis | |
| For the moment, ??? bonin, who want this? | |
| Come on and let me know you really, really want it | |
| I'm here, now for life, straight up and down, mangler | |
| ??? strangler, hang you up | |
| Niggas get smoked like herb | |
| Inner cities to suburbs | |
| Word em up, fuck em up, tired of bein flat | |
| With nothin but these clothes on my back | |
| (no scratch) fuck that with the middle finger | |
| I'm tryin to turn my grass greener | |
| And fertilize my pocket size - for the moment | |
| [ chorus ] |
| zuo ci : Armstrong, Dean, Johnson ... | |
| Picture me broke and disgusted, livin like a fuckin bum | |
| Raggedy clothes, not knowin where my next meal comin from | |
| I want the american dream like dusty rolls | |
| Got my eyes on paper, fuck these musty hoes | |
| Foes die slower than an aids patient | |
| To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin | |
| The police wanna see me in an early grave | |
| But i ain' t trippin on em muthafuckin pearly gates | |
| Ways to get a nigga ' fore he get me | |
| Always keep my ' stola with me | |
| Never beg for my life if they muthafuckin hit me | |
| Face, are you with me? hell yeah | |
| The d. e. a. tryin to put me in a jail cell | |
| hell yeah but i refuse to be locked up | |
| hell yeah give me a quart of ki rocked up | |
| hell yeah money and murder, that' s my motto | |
| I take my chances in the ghetto, fuck the lotto | |
| chorus: scarface | |
| I live my life for the moment, fuck tomorrow | |
| Still kill, beg, borrow | |
| Money is power | |
| Rocks is powder | |
| Glock in trousers | |
| Block is ours | |
| Sold flour | |
| Hood sours | |
| Crime towers | |
| Scream louder | |
| verse 2: scarface | |
| Bein broke got a muthafucka focused on the wrong things | |
| Livin illegal, armorin the regal with gold danes | |
| Twistin muthafuckas up, killin em even quicker | |
| Niggas on a suicidal mission to get the scrilla | |
| Anybody peeler, i' m still a homicidal killer | |
| Mob with gorillas, servin the fiends smokin chillers | |
| And i' m so high that i can touch the sky | |
| Above the fallin rain | |
| Let me explain, in these streets no pain | |
| Murder your partner if he crosses you, nigga, do your thing | |
| It' s a struggle for position in this cold dark world | |
| Survival of the realest geto boys and girls | |
| So what you waitin on, get your muthafuckin ranks | |
| And your muthafuckin bank, serve your muthafuckin hank | |
| And your dank, i don' t think the sun don' t shine | |
| In 1999 so grind | |
| Ain' t no sense in dyin without a dime | |
| Listen to the muthafuckin rhymes | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3: willie d | |
| Day dark, walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
| I fear nothin | |
| We all gotta die of somethin | |
| Don' t blame me if i capitalize | |
| Give me the dope and lock me up if i happen to rise | |
| Despise any human that ain' t a substance to my lifestyle | |
| Put me out my mysery, i might smile | |
| Why plan the future when everyday there' s a new opponent | |
| I' m livin for the muthafuckin moment, dmg, get on it | |
| verse 4: dmg | |
| Well i, nigga, i come to ride | |
| Down for the southside | |
| Drive by your community | |
| I' m doin him, we bombin | |
| Droppin on your muthafuckin squadron | |
| Heartless, bring these muthafuckas rigor mortis | |
| For the moment, ??? bonin, who want this? | |
| Come on and let me know you really, really want it | |
| I' m here, now for life, straight up and down, mangler | |
| ??? strangler, hang you up | |
| Niggas get smoked like herb | |
| Inner cities to suburbs | |
| Word em up, fuck em up, tired of bein flat | |
| With nothin but these clothes on my back | |
| no scratch fuck that with the middle finger | |
| I' m tryin to turn my grass greener | |
| And fertilize my pocket size for the moment | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Armstrong, Dean, Johnson ... | |
| Picture me broke and disgusted, livin like a fuckin bum | |
| Raggedy clothes, not knowin where my next meal comin from | |
| I want the american dream like dusty rolls | |
| Got my eyes on paper, fuck these musty hoes | |
| Foes die slower than an aids patient | |
| To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin | |
| The police wanna see me in an early grave | |
| But i ain' t trippin on em muthafuckin pearly gates | |
| Ways to get a nigga ' fore he get me | |
| Always keep my ' stola with me | |
| Never beg for my life if they muthafuckin hit me | |
| Face, are you with me? hell yeah | |
| The d. e. a. tryin to put me in a jail cell | |
| hell yeah but i refuse to be locked up | |
| hell yeah give me a quart of ki rocked up | |
| hell yeah money and murder, that' s my motto | |
| I take my chances in the ghetto, fuck the lotto | |
| chorus: scarface | |
| I live my life for the moment, fuck tomorrow | |
| Still kill, beg, borrow | |
| Money is power | |
| Rocks is powder | |
| Glock in trousers | |
| Block is ours | |
| Sold flour | |
| Hood sours | |
| Crime towers | |
| Scream louder | |
| verse 2: scarface | |
| Bein broke got a muthafucka focused on the wrong things | |
| Livin illegal, armorin the regal with gold danes | |
| Twistin muthafuckas up, killin em even quicker | |
| Niggas on a suicidal mission to get the scrilla | |
| Anybody peeler, i' m still a homicidal killer | |
| Mob with gorillas, servin the fiends smokin chillers | |
| And i' m so high that i can touch the sky | |
| Above the fallin rain | |
| Let me explain, in these streets no pain | |
| Murder your partner if he crosses you, nigga, do your thing | |
| It' s a struggle for position in this cold dark world | |
| Survival of the realest geto boys and girls | |
| So what you waitin on, get your muthafuckin ranks | |
| And your muthafuckin bank, serve your muthafuckin hank | |
| And your dank, i don' t think the sun don' t shine | |
| In 1999 so grind | |
| Ain' t no sense in dyin without a dime | |
| Listen to the muthafuckin rhymes | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3: willie d | |
| Day dark, walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
| I fear nothin | |
| We all gotta die of somethin | |
| Don' t blame me if i capitalize | |
| Give me the dope and lock me up if i happen to rise | |
| Despise any human that ain' t a substance to my lifestyle | |
| Put me out my mysery, i might smile | |
| Why plan the future when everyday there' s a new opponent | |
| I' m livin for the muthafuckin moment, dmg, get on it | |
| verse 4: dmg | |
| Well i, nigga, i come to ride | |
| Down for the southside | |
| Drive by your community | |
| I' m doin him, we bombin | |
| Droppin on your muthafuckin squadron | |
| Heartless, bring these muthafuckas rigor mortis | |
| For the moment, ??? bonin, who want this? | |
| Come on and let me know you really, really want it | |
| I' m here, now for life, straight up and down, mangler | |
| ??? strangler, hang you up | |
| Niggas get smoked like herb | |
| Inner cities to suburbs | |
| Word em up, fuck em up, tired of bein flat | |
| With nothin but these clothes on my back | |
| no scratch fuck that with the middle finger | |
| I' m tryin to turn my grass greener | |
| And fertilize my pocket size for the moment | |
| chorus |
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