I Remember 歌词
| 歌曲 | I Remember |
| 歌手 | YoungSonny |
| 专辑 | I Remember |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : YoungSonny | |
| 作曲 : TigrisBeats | |
| I remember them | |
| Cold winter nights | |
| Off in that cell | |
| Took my lick like a gangsta | |
| You kould never say I squiled | |
| Never turning on my brothers | |
| I just gotta keep it real | |
| Lost my heart | |
| In this battle | |
| You'll never kno | |
| How I feel | |
| I remember them nights | |
| On the block | |
| We was pushing rock | |
| You kno I stayed | |
| Ready for the cops | |
| We was tootin glocks | |
| I'm still in the field right now | |
| Only difference | |
| I'm aiming to kill right now | |
| Shit real right now | |
| I'm just tryna get a bag | |
| **** it up | |
| And get it right back | |
| But that life I used to live | |
| I'll never glorify that | |
| But I had to feed the fam | |
| Never flexin on da gram | |
| You can say you in them trenches | |
| Til you really in a Jam | |
| What would you do | |
| If some niggas | |
| Went and ran up in yo house | |
| Put a gun up to your mouth | |
| And told you pull them bands out | |
| You only had five seconds | |
| Til they blew ya brains out | |
| Would you really up the 45 | |
| And let them things out | |
| Gotta do it | |
| Just to get through it | |
| Now you Bout to lose it | |
| Daddy always told me | |
| Either you ending or losing | |
| So no Ls | |
| Kant go back to jail | |
| Kant be in that cell | |
| Ima man | |
| If I wanna win | |
| Ima take the hell | |
| I remember them | |
| Cold winter nights | |
| Off in that cell | |
| Took my lick like a gangsta | |
| You kould never say I squiled | |
| Never turning on my brothers | |
| I just gotta keep it real | |
| Lost my heart | |
| In this battle | |
| You'll never kno | |
| How I feel | |
| Every nigga | |
| Claim they gangsta | |
| Til a gangsta get gangsta | |
| Kidnap ya family | |
| Now you ready | |
| to go dumb wit ya banga | |
| Build up pain | |
| In ya heart | |
| Now you feeling the anger | |
| 16 years of fake | |
| Now everybody lookin like strangers | |
| Now you don't kno who to trust | |
| Starting not to give a **** | |
| Cause you kno wen you go down | |
| Ain't a soul gon pick you up | |
| But you gotta get it | |
| Even if it means makin a killin | |
| Selling and stealing | |
| Cause that 9 to 5 ain't like them chickens | |
| Now you in the pen | |
| Might not get to see ya lady | |
| And it get crazy | |
| Cause you heard ya lady havin a baby | |
| 20yrs for a dirty strainer | |
| And a pistol | |
| That's 20 more yrs before you see ya Brothers and sisters | |
| Lookin through the window | |
| Askin God to forgive you | |
| To get you out this cell | |
| Cause you kno ya family miss you | |
| God responds with | |
| Back at the house | |
| I tried to fix you | |
| All you can to is sit back | |
| and say I remember | |
| I remember them | |
| Cold winter nights | |
| Off in that cell | |
| Took my lick like a gangsta | |
| You kould never say I squiled | |
| Never turning on my brothers | |
| I just gotta keep it real | |
| Lost my heart | |
| In this battle | |
| You'll never kno | |
| How I feel |
| zuo ci : YoungSonny | |
| zuo qu : TigrisBeats | |
| I remember them | |
| Cold winter nights | |
| Off in that cell | |
| Took my lick like a gangsta | |
| You kould never say I squiled | |
| Never turning on my brothers | |
| I just gotta keep it real | |
| Lost my heart | |
| In this battle | |
| You' ll never kno | |
| How I feel | |
| I remember them nights | |
| On the block | |
| We was pushing rock | |
| You kno I stayed | |
| Ready for the cops | |
| We was tootin glocks | |
| I' m still in the field right now | |
| Only difference | |
| I' m aiming to kill right now | |
| Shit real right now | |
| I' m just tryna get a bag | |
| it up | |
| And get it right back | |
| But that life I used to live | |
| I' ll never glorify that | |
| But I had to feed the fam | |
| Never flexin on da gram | |
| You can say you in them trenches | |
| Til you really in a Jam | |
| What would you do | |
| If some niggas | |
| Went and ran up in yo house | |
| Put a gun up to your mouth | |
| And told you pull them bands out | |
| You only had five seconds | |
| Til they blew ya brains out | |
| Would you really up the 45 | |
| And let them things out | |
| Gotta do it | |
| Just to get through it | |
| Now you Bout to lose it | |
| Daddy always told me | |
| Either you ending or losing | |
| So no Ls | |
| Kant go back to jail | |
| Kant be in that cell | |
| Ima man | |
| If I wanna win | |
| Ima take the hell | |
| I remember them | |
| Cold winter nights | |
| Off in that cell | |
| Took my lick like a gangsta | |
| You kould never say I squiled | |
| Never turning on my brothers | |
| I just gotta keep it real | |
| Lost my heart | |
| In this battle | |
| You' ll never kno | |
| How I feel | |
| Every nigga | |
| Claim they gangsta | |
| Til a gangsta get gangsta | |
| Kidnap ya family | |
| Now you ready | |
| to go dumb wit ya banga | |
| Build up pain | |
| In ya heart | |
| Now you feeling the anger | |
| 16 years of fake | |
| Now everybody lookin like strangers | |
| Now you don' t kno who to trust | |
| Starting not to give a | |
| Cause you kno wen you go down | |
| Ain' t a soul gon pick you up | |
| But you gotta get it | |
| Even if it means makin a killin | |
| Selling and stealing | |
| Cause that 9 to 5 ain' t like them chickens | |
| Now you in the pen | |
| Might not get to see ya lady | |
| And it get crazy | |
| Cause you heard ya lady havin a baby | |
| 20yrs for a dirty strainer | |
| And a pistol | |
| That' s 20 more yrs before you see ya Brothers and sisters | |
| Lookin through the window | |
| Askin God to forgive you | |
| To get you out this cell | |
| Cause you kno ya family miss you | |
| God responds with | |
| Back at the house | |
| I tried to fix you | |
| All you can to is sit back | |
| and say I remember | |
| I remember them | |
| Cold winter nights | |
| Off in that cell | |
| Took my lick like a gangsta | |
| You kould never say I squiled | |
| Never turning on my brothers | |
| I just gotta keep it real | |
| Lost my heart | |
| In this battle | |
| You' ll never kno | |
| How I feel |
| zuò cí : YoungSonny | |
| zuò qǔ : TigrisBeats | |
| I remember them | |
| Cold winter nights | |
| Off in that cell | |
| Took my lick like a gangsta | |
| You kould never say I squiled | |
| Never turning on my brothers | |
| I just gotta keep it real | |
| Lost my heart | |
| In this battle | |
| You' ll never kno | |
| How I feel | |
| I remember them nights | |
| On the block | |
| We was pushing rock | |
| You kno I stayed | |
| Ready for the cops | |
| We was tootin glocks | |
| I' m still in the field right now | |
| Only difference | |
| I' m aiming to kill right now | |
| Shit real right now | |
| I' m just tryna get a bag | |
| it up | |
| And get it right back | |
| But that life I used to live | |
| I' ll never glorify that | |
| But I had to feed the fam | |
| Never flexin on da gram | |
| You can say you in them trenches | |
| Til you really in a Jam | |
| What would you do | |
| If some niggas | |
| Went and ran up in yo house | |
| Put a gun up to your mouth | |
| And told you pull them bands out | |
| You only had five seconds | |
| Til they blew ya brains out | |
| Would you really up the 45 | |
| And let them things out | |
| Gotta do it | |
| Just to get through it | |
| Now you Bout to lose it | |
| Daddy always told me | |
| Either you ending or losing | |
| So no Ls | |
| Kant go back to jail | |
| Kant be in that cell | |
| Ima man | |
| If I wanna win | |
| Ima take the hell | |
| I remember them | |
| Cold winter nights | |
| Off in that cell | |
| Took my lick like a gangsta | |
| You kould never say I squiled | |
| Never turning on my brothers | |
| I just gotta keep it real | |
| Lost my heart | |
| In this battle | |
| You' ll never kno | |
| How I feel | |
| Every nigga | |
| Claim they gangsta | |
| Til a gangsta get gangsta | |
| Kidnap ya family | |
| Now you ready | |
| to go dumb wit ya banga | |
| Build up pain | |
| In ya heart | |
| Now you feeling the anger | |
| 16 years of fake | |
| Now everybody lookin like strangers | |
| Now you don' t kno who to trust | |
| Starting not to give a | |
| Cause you kno wen you go down | |
| Ain' t a soul gon pick you up | |
| But you gotta get it | |
| Even if it means makin a killin | |
| Selling and stealing | |
| Cause that 9 to 5 ain' t like them chickens | |
| Now you in the pen | |
| Might not get to see ya lady | |
| And it get crazy | |
| Cause you heard ya lady havin a baby | |
| 20yrs for a dirty strainer | |
| And a pistol | |
| That' s 20 more yrs before you see ya Brothers and sisters | |
| Lookin through the window | |
| Askin God to forgive you | |
| To get you out this cell | |
| Cause you kno ya family miss you | |
| God responds with | |
| Back at the house | |
| I tried to fix you | |
| All you can to is sit back | |
| and say I remember | |
| I remember them | |
| Cold winter nights | |
| Off in that cell | |
| Took my lick like a gangsta | |
| You kould never say I squiled | |
| Never turning on my brothers | |
| I just gotta keep it real | |
| Lost my heart | |
| In this battle | |
| You' ll never kno | |
| How I feel |
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