歌曲 | Tell A Story |
歌手 | Rhymefest |
专辑 | Blue Collar |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Artist:rhymefest | |
Songs Title:tell a story | |
This is your life yo | |
You got ups and you got downs man | |
You got downs and you got ups | |
We all go through the same thing on different days | |
man don't act like you ain't like me | |
what you don't put your pants on one leg at a time | |
what's going on with you playa | |
let me tell you somethin man | |
I'm ready to tell you about your life on this one look at here | |
these the things we all go through | |
it's everyday life for me and you | |
don't feel bad | |
don't feel bad | |
things that happen everyday | |
around the world or around the way, we just... | |
just tell a story | |
tell a story | |
Where can I start | |
start at the part | |
me at the part | |
playin this part | |
provin this role | |
waitin on old? | |
just got fronted at eight for that blow | |
now you burn the pot | |
watch me rock | |
back on the block | |
with a few in the sock | |
doing the heavy | |
cops in the chevy | |
scopin his every move already | |
smooth and deadly | |
cool his belly | |
probably get popped right in front of the deli | |
the ghetto to mallon | |
his tools was heavy | |
his crew was ready | |
to do whatevy | |
got juice but not tryin to turn in the power | |
ain't burnin the pot | |
now you watch me rock | |
chop drop swap cop | |
chop drop swap cop | |
chop stop you cop we cops | |
swallow that working end of the glock | |
only thirteen ain't know what it mean | |
but he lovin the green the american dream | |
his momma says stop his father was hot | |
couldn't just stop cause he coulda got shot | |
they move him down south to straighten him out | |
and he's still selling dope by the big warmer house | |
what you gon' do when it's all up to you | |
stuck in this cell with nothing to do, but... | |
just tell a story | |
tell a story | |
these the things we all go through | |
it's everyday life for me and you | |
don't feel bad | |
you feel that | |
things that happen everyday | |
around the world or around your way, we just... | |
tell a story | |
tell a story | |
jenny was bad she stayed on suspension | |
hung around guys she liked that attention | |
give her daddy an honourable mention | |
he wrote her letters while he was in prison | |
brother ain't home | |
momma was gone | |
working them doubles now she all alone | |
stuck at the crib with no food or a phone | |
what you thinkin your girl gon' be on | |
party at jam's house people would come | |
sippin that scissor, hitten them blunts | |
underage kids could come and get drunk | |
did I hit it? well maybe just once | |
she had a boyfriend they was in love | |
he had a job he was sellin the...uhh | |
same shit's on the streets | |
now she gettin two letters a week sayin | |
what is the lonlest number that your'll ever do? | |
when your looking for love, | |
and daddy aint there to hug | |
and two is the lonlest number is as bad as one, when your hurtin your soul | |
thinking your makin a feelin at home | |
but these are the thing we all go through | |
its everyday life for me and you | |
don't feel bad | |
i know you feel bad | |
i know you feel bad | |
things that happen eveyday | |
around the world or around your way | |
just tell a story | |
what do we do? | |
tell a story | |
this is starting to get old | |
got me feelin lyk a whales in fish bowl | |
when the city and the summer can get cold | |
when the army your home is gnna get stole | |
n everybody and your moma got bad credit | |
it dont matter we ball like we athletic | |
on the run from the cops | |
till we asmatic | |
in a house will a bill...? | |
this aint nothin but life for ghetto youghts | |
that im writing spitting this little booth | |
n if i lie i still mix it with little truth | |
when i go down nigga im living proof | |
dont get mad because im stuck in this glory | |
n y'all rappers aint go nothing to for me | |
but right now i guess the storys over | |
the storys over | |
ryhmefest | |
a leader of records man | |
we document this story for you | |
put it down | |
chicargo | |
we just tell a story | |
we get on borey | |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Bullock, Fuquea, Nilsson ... |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : RONSON, MARK/SMITH, CHE/UNKNOWN, WRITER |
Artist: rhymefest | |
Songs Title: tell a story | |
This is your life yo | |
You got ups and you got downs man | |
You got downs and you got ups | |
We all go through the same thing on different days | |
man don t act like you ain t like me | |
what you don t put your pants on one leg at a time | |
what s going on with you playa | |
let me tell you somethin man | |
I m ready to tell you about your life on this one look at here | |
these the things we all go through | |
it s everyday life for me and you | |
don t feel bad | |
don t feel bad | |
things that happen everyday | |
around the world or around the way, we just... | |
just tell a story | |
tell a story | |
Where can I start | |
start at the part | |
me at the part | |
playin this part | |
provin this role | |
waitin on old? | |
just got fronted at eight for that blow | |
now you burn the pot | |
watch me rock | |
back on the block | |
with a few in the sock | |
doing the heavy | |
cops in the chevy | |
scopin his every move already | |
smooth and deadly | |
cool his belly | |
probably get popped right in front of the deli | |
the ghetto to mallon | |
his tools was heavy | |
his crew was ready | |
to do whatevy | |
got juice but not tryin to turn in the power | |
ain t burnin the pot | |
now you watch me rock | |
chop drop swap cop | |
chop drop swap cop | |
chop stop you cop we cops | |
swallow that working end of the glock | |
only thirteen ain t know what it mean | |
but he lovin the green the american dream | |
his momma says stop his father was hot | |
couldn t just stop cause he coulda got shot | |
they move him down south to straighten him out | |
and he s still selling dope by the big warmer house | |
what you gon do when it s all up to you | |
stuck in this cell with nothing to do, but... | |
just tell a story | |
tell a story | |
these the things we all go through | |
it s everyday life for me and you | |
don t feel bad | |
you feel that | |
things that happen everyday | |
around the world or around your way, we just... | |
tell a story | |
tell a story | |
jenny was bad she stayed on suspension | |
hung around guys she liked that attention | |
give her daddy an honourable mention | |
he wrote her letters while he was in prison | |
brother ain t home | |
momma was gone | |
working them doubles now she all alone | |
stuck at the crib with no food or a phone | |
what you thinkin your girl gon be on | |
party at jam s house people would come | |
sippin that scissor, hitten them blunts | |
underage kids could come and get drunk | |
did I hit it? well maybe just once | |
she had a boyfriend they was in love | |
he had a job he was sellin the... uhh | |
same shit s on the streets | |
now she gettin two letters a week sayin | |
what is the lonlest number that your ll ever do? | |
when your looking for love, | |
and daddy aint there to hug | |
and two is the lonlest number is as bad as one, when your hurtin your soul | |
thinking your makin a feelin at home | |
but these are the thing we all go through | |
its everyday life for me and you | |
don t feel bad | |
i know you feel bad | |
i know you feel bad | |
things that happen eveyday | |
around the world or around your way | |
just tell a story | |
what do we do? | |
tell a story | |
this is starting to get old | |
got me feelin lyk a whales in fish bowl | |
when the city and the summer can get cold | |
when the army your home is gnna get stole | |
n everybody and your moma got bad credit | |
it dont matter we ball like we athletic | |
on the run from the cops | |
till we asmatic | |
in a house will a bill...? | |
this aint nothin but life for ghetto youghts | |
that im writing spitting this little booth | |
n if i lie i still mix it with little truth | |
when i go down nigga im living proof | |
dont get mad because im stuck in this glory | |
n y all rappers aint go nothing to for me | |
but right now i guess the storys over | |
the storys over | |
ryhmefest | |
a leader of records man | |
we document this story for you | |
put it down | |
chicargo | |
we just tell a story | |
we get on borey | |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Bullock, Fuquea, Nilsson ... |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : RONSON, MARK SMITH, CHE UNKNOWN, WRITER |
Artist: rhymefest | |
Songs Title: tell a story | |
This is your life yo | |
You got ups and you got downs man | |
You got downs and you got ups | |
We all go through the same thing on different days | |
man don t act like you ain t like me | |
what you don t put your pants on one leg at a time | |
what s going on with you playa | |
let me tell you somethin man | |
I m ready to tell you about your life on this one look at here | |
these the things we all go through | |
it s everyday life for me and you | |
don t feel bad | |
don t feel bad | |
things that happen everyday | |
around the world or around the way, we just... | |
just tell a story | |
tell a story | |
Where can I start | |
start at the part | |
me at the part | |
playin this part | |
provin this role | |
waitin on old? | |
just got fronted at eight for that blow | |
now you burn the pot | |
watch me rock | |
back on the block | |
with a few in the sock | |
doing the heavy | |
cops in the chevy | |
scopin his every move already | |
smooth and deadly | |
cool his belly | |
probably get popped right in front of the deli | |
the ghetto to mallon | |
his tools was heavy | |
his crew was ready | |
to do whatevy | |
got juice but not tryin to turn in the power | |
ain t burnin the pot | |
now you watch me rock | |
chop drop swap cop | |
chop drop swap cop | |
chop stop you cop we cops | |
swallow that working end of the glock | |
only thirteen ain t know what it mean | |
but he lovin the green the american dream | |
his momma says stop his father was hot | |
couldn t just stop cause he coulda got shot | |
they move him down south to straighten him out | |
and he s still selling dope by the big warmer house | |
what you gon do when it s all up to you | |
stuck in this cell with nothing to do, but... | |
just tell a story | |
tell a story | |
these the things we all go through | |
it s everyday life for me and you | |
don t feel bad | |
you feel that | |
things that happen everyday | |
around the world or around your way, we just... | |
tell a story | |
tell a story | |
jenny was bad she stayed on suspension | |
hung around guys she liked that attention | |
give her daddy an honourable mention | |
he wrote her letters while he was in prison | |
brother ain t home | |
momma was gone | |
working them doubles now she all alone | |
stuck at the crib with no food or a phone | |
what you thinkin your girl gon be on | |
party at jam s house people would come | |
sippin that scissor, hitten them blunts | |
underage kids could come and get drunk | |
did I hit it? well maybe just once | |
she had a boyfriend they was in love | |
he had a job he was sellin the... uhh | |
same shit s on the streets | |
now she gettin two letters a week sayin | |
what is the lonlest number that your ll ever do? | |
when your looking for love, | |
and daddy aint there to hug | |
and two is the lonlest number is as bad as one, when your hurtin your soul | |
thinking your makin a feelin at home | |
but these are the thing we all go through | |
its everyday life for me and you | |
don t feel bad | |
i know you feel bad | |
i know you feel bad | |
things that happen eveyday | |
around the world or around your way | |
just tell a story | |
what do we do? | |
tell a story | |
this is starting to get old | |
got me feelin lyk a whales in fish bowl | |
when the city and the summer can get cold | |
when the army your home is gnna get stole | |
n everybody and your moma got bad credit | |
it dont matter we ball like we athletic | |
on the run from the cops | |
till we asmatic | |
in a house will a bill...? | |
this aint nothin but life for ghetto youghts | |
that im writing spitting this little booth | |
n if i lie i still mix it with little truth | |
when i go down nigga im living proof | |
dont get mad because im stuck in this glory | |
n y all rappers aint go nothing to for me | |
but right now i guess the storys over | |
the storys over | |
ryhmefest | |
a leader of records man | |
we document this story for you | |
put it down | |
chicargo | |
we just tell a story | |
we get on borey | |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Bullock, Fuquea, Nilsson ... |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : RONSON, MARK SMITH, CHE UNKNOWN, WRITER |