That'z How It Iz 歌词
| 歌曲 | That'z How It Iz |
| 歌手 | Black Moon |
| 专辑 | Total Eclipse |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blake, Dewgarde, Reid | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| Keep thinkin' it's easy, like all you gotta do is | |
| Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips | |
| Hah, joke's on you kid, you hot on your block | |
| But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid | |
| "Hold up, hold up, rewind that, I want y'all to hear | |
| that again" | |
| Keep thinkin' it's easy, like all you gotta do is | |
| Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips | |
| Hah, joke's on you kid, you hot on your block | |
| But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid | |
| I know you wanna and shit, cause on the streets | |
| Rap is bigger than crack to flip | |
| You like, watch me turn the o to a ki' | |
| In one day, and one day turn to one week | |
| See? I know you love the chains and the jeeps and | |
| Hoes in the videos, make it so neat, like 'damn' | |
| All I gotta do is learn, to spit a hot 16, and it's my turn? | |
| 'Nuff la to burn - I earn my dues | |
| Wanna do what I do, nigga, learn the rules | |
| Rule one, what's that, never bite, cause when you bite | |
| That's like rockin' ya man's drawers at club night | |
| Ill, dis-gusting, keep bustin' flows | |
| You wanna shit like 'keep bustin', whoa | |
| Pause, rule number two and three | |
| Is the same as four, respect the laws | |
| Five is, what you in this for? | |
| Cause there is guide in this rap shit, this ain't no image, pa | |
| (Chorus: Buckshot) | |
| It's not a game, in this game, everybody want bills | |
| Everybody want mills, thatz how it iz | |
| You can't explain the greatness, no fakeness | |
| No imitation, thatz how it iz | |
| Everybody wanna blow in the game | |
| Some don't go long in this thang, that's how it iz | |
| You can ask kids, the fact is | |
| This rap shit, is not for the average | |
| (5FT.) | |
| It's not about, doing a demo, and gettin' on | |
| It's about handling business, being focused and strong | |
| It takes, a hell of a lot, to make it to the top | |
| Your blood, your sweat, meltin' in the pot | |
| Puttin' in work, around the clock | |
| See this shit don't stop, it goes beyond | |
| Studios, and the press shot | |
| Originality rules, when you limit the style | |
| You seen the fa-tality blues | |
| Either you sound like Kiss or Jay, but y'all not them | |
| That's when you lose, drown in the pool, before you could win | |
| This is a grown man's game, with grown man's aim | |
| Not everybody blowin' the game, is flowin' the same | |
| You must perfect your craft, if you plan to blast | |
| Take this, as a little, lesson to last | |
| Instead of, gettin' the gash, you movin' to fast | |
| Cause your eyes are locked on the bling bling and the cash | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| Shorty, I ain't gonna do shit, cabbage you | |
| Say you nice, when you nice in average | |
| You need to get your own flow mastered | |
| Cause son already blew with that flow last year | |
| (5FT.) | |
| You claim you the nicest with identity crisis | |
| Spit a whole heart to this jewel, cause it's priceless | |
| Perfect to your tightest, your highest | |
| Don't be a carbon copy, end up on the strike list | |
| (Chorus x2) |
| zuo qu : Blake, Dewgarde, Reid | |
| Buckshot | |
| Keep thinkin' it' s easy, like all you gotta do is | |
| Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips | |
| Hah, joke' s on you kid, you hot on your block | |
| But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid | |
| " Hold up, hold up, rewind that, I want y' all to hear | |
| that again" | |
| Keep thinkin' it' s easy, like all you gotta do is | |
| Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips | |
| Hah, joke' s on you kid, you hot on your block | |
| But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid | |
| I know you wanna and shit, cause on the streets | |
| Rap is bigger than crack to flip | |
| You like, watch me turn the o to a ki' | |
| In one day, and one day turn to one week | |
| See? I know you love the chains and the jeeps and | |
| Hoes in the videos, make it so neat, like ' damn' | |
| All I gotta do is learn, to spit a hot 16, and it' s my turn? | |
| ' Nuff la to burn I earn my dues | |
| Wanna do what I do, nigga, learn the rules | |
| Rule one, what' s that, never bite, cause when you bite | |
| That' s like rockin' ya man' s drawers at club night | |
| Ill, disgusting, keep bustin' flows | |
| You wanna shit like ' keep bustin', whoa | |
| Pause, rule number two and three | |
| Is the same as four, respect the laws | |
| Five is, what you in this for? | |
| Cause there is guide in this rap shit, this ain' t no image, pa | |
| Chorus: Buckshot | |
| It' s not a game, in this game, everybody want bills | |
| Everybody want mills, thatz how it iz | |
| You can' t explain the greatness, no fakeness | |
| No imitation, thatz how it iz | |
| Everybody wanna blow in the game | |
| Some don' t go long in this thang, that' s how it iz | |
| You can ask kids, the fact is | |
| This rap shit, is not for the average | |
| 5FT. | |
| It' s not about, doing a demo, and gettin' on | |
| It' s about handling business, being focused and strong | |
| It takes, a hell of a lot, to make it to the top | |
| Your blood, your sweat, meltin' in the pot | |
| Puttin' in work, around the clock | |
| See this shit don' t stop, it goes beyond | |
| Studios, and the press shot | |
| Originality rules, when you limit the style | |
| You seen the fatality blues | |
| Either you sound like Kiss or Jay, but y' all not them | |
| That' s when you lose, drown in the pool, before you could win | |
| This is a grown man' s game, with grown man' s aim | |
| Not everybody blowin' the game, is flowin' the same | |
| You must perfect your craft, if you plan to blast | |
| Take this, as a little, lesson to last | |
| Instead of, gettin' the gash, you movin' to fast | |
| Cause your eyes are locked on the bling bling and the cash | |
| Buckshot | |
| Shorty, I ain' t gonna do shit, cabbage you | |
| Say you nice, when you nice in average | |
| You need to get your own flow mastered | |
| Cause son already blew with that flow last year | |
| 5FT. | |
| You claim you the nicest with identity crisis | |
| Spit a whole heart to this jewel, cause it' s priceless | |
| Perfect to your tightest, your highest | |
| Don' t be a carbon copy, end up on the strike list | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Dewgarde, Reid | |
| Buckshot | |
| Keep thinkin' it' s easy, like all you gotta do is | |
| Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips | |
| Hah, joke' s on you kid, you hot on your block | |
| But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid | |
| " Hold up, hold up, rewind that, I want y' all to hear | |
| that again" | |
| Keep thinkin' it' s easy, like all you gotta do is | |
| Spit a hot verse to get on, and cop them new whips | |
| Hah, joke' s on you kid, you hot on your block | |
| But not off your block, you need to pay more dues, kid | |
| I know you wanna and shit, cause on the streets | |
| Rap is bigger than crack to flip | |
| You like, watch me turn the o to a ki' | |
| In one day, and one day turn to one week | |
| See? I know you love the chains and the jeeps and | |
| Hoes in the videos, make it so neat, like ' damn' | |
| All I gotta do is learn, to spit a hot 16, and it' s my turn? | |
| ' Nuff la to burn I earn my dues | |
| Wanna do what I do, nigga, learn the rules | |
| Rule one, what' s that, never bite, cause when you bite | |
| That' s like rockin' ya man' s drawers at club night | |
| Ill, disgusting, keep bustin' flows | |
| You wanna shit like ' keep bustin', whoa | |
| Pause, rule number two and three | |
| Is the same as four, respect the laws | |
| Five is, what you in this for? | |
| Cause there is guide in this rap shit, this ain' t no image, pa | |
| Chorus: Buckshot | |
| It' s not a game, in this game, everybody want bills | |
| Everybody want mills, thatz how it iz | |
| You can' t explain the greatness, no fakeness | |
| No imitation, thatz how it iz | |
| Everybody wanna blow in the game | |
| Some don' t go long in this thang, that' s how it iz | |
| You can ask kids, the fact is | |
| This rap shit, is not for the average | |
| 5FT. | |
| It' s not about, doing a demo, and gettin' on | |
| It' s about handling business, being focused and strong | |
| It takes, a hell of a lot, to make it to the top | |
| Your blood, your sweat, meltin' in the pot | |
| Puttin' in work, around the clock | |
| See this shit don' t stop, it goes beyond | |
| Studios, and the press shot | |
| Originality rules, when you limit the style | |
| You seen the fatality blues | |
| Either you sound like Kiss or Jay, but y' all not them | |
| That' s when you lose, drown in the pool, before you could win | |
| This is a grown man' s game, with grown man' s aim | |
| Not everybody blowin' the game, is flowin' the same | |
| You must perfect your craft, if you plan to blast | |
| Take this, as a little, lesson to last | |
| Instead of, gettin' the gash, you movin' to fast | |
| Cause your eyes are locked on the bling bling and the cash | |
| Buckshot | |
| Shorty, I ain' t gonna do shit, cabbage you | |
| Say you nice, when you nice in average | |
| You need to get your own flow mastered | |
| Cause son already blew with that flow last year | |
| 5FT. | |
| You claim you the nicest with identity crisis | |
| Spit a whole heart to this jewel, cause it' s priceless | |
| Perfect to your tightest, your highest | |
| Don' t be a carbon copy, end up on the strike list | |
| Chorus x2 |
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