Let The Truth Be Told 歌词
| 歌曲 | Let The Truth Be Told |
| 歌手 | Z-Ro |
| 专辑 | I'm Still Livin |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Edwards, McVey, Williams | |
| [Chorus: Z-Ro] ... | |
| Time to let the truth be tooooold, | |
| It ain't no brighter dayyyyyys, | |
| Cuz when it all unfooolds, | |
| A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. | |
| These haters tryinna stop my griiiind, | |
| But I bet them hoes can't block my shiiiiine, | |
| So tired of taking losses, | |
| Not this time, | |
| I can't save the whole world, | |
| I'm just tryinna look out for mine... [Verse 1: Z-Ro] | |
| Aye I've been gettin alot of exposure | |
| Lately on niggaz' songs, and in they videos. | |
| Cuz they know | |
| I'm an O.G. | |
| Not an Original | |
| Gangster but an | |
| Orginized | |
| General They see pullin' up in my 300 bangin | |
| Gators on my feet and jewelry danglin | |
| Everybody love they way | |
| I look on the ouside | |
| But inside | |
| I be painin, | |
| Is it every gonna stop rainin? | |
| Nuthin but thunderstorm clouds over above me | |
| Shit I used to break my back to make sure my niggaz was straight | |
| But they still don't love me. | |
| That's why it's ' | |
| No More Pain' on my lower arm | |
| And '1 Deep' tatted on my other arm | |
| If you see me lookin in ya'll direction | |
| I'm not about to speak, finna do you mutha fuckas harm. | |
| Got 17 albums and they all sellin | |
| So tell me why the fuck my pockets ain't swellin | |
| And I ain't neva did nothing to nobody, that didn't have it comin to them | |
| Bitch, I'm a fellon, | |
| Felt like | |
| I was failin, | |
| God tell me when | |
| I'm gon' win, | |
| You know when | |
| I'm blessed, | |
| You know when | |
| I'm gon sin, | |
| You were there at the begginin of my days, | |
| I'm just hopin | |
| I see you after all my days end. | |
| And I don't give a damn what these people say, | |
| Half the people in the church got evil ways, | |
| I was just lookin to make a lil' scrilla, | |
| But it turned a lil' christian into a lil' killa | |
| From ablel to label, and gun to rifle. | |
| It's a forward march, ain't no time to retreat. | |
| If you able to save a nation, go head, | |
| But I'm strugglin to get myself somethin to eat. [Chorus: Z-Ro] | |
| Time to let the truth be tooooold, | |
| It ain't no brighter dayyyyyys, | |
| Cuz when it all unfooolds, | |
| A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. | |
| These haters tryinna stop my griiiind, | |
| But I bet them hoes can't block my shiiiiine, | |
| So tired of taking losses, | |
| Not this time, | |
| I can't save the whole world, | |
| I'm just tryinna look out for mine... [Verse 2: Lil' Keke] | |
| Yup, Yup No more strugglin backwards, | |
| Hustlin this is my year | |
| I've been in the game since '95 | |
| Bitch! I'm still here | |
| I hear the background that side talk and cheap bumpin | |
| If you don't like who | |
| I signed, | |
| Swisha House nigga! | |
| Just 6 months ago they said ' | |
| Da Don' was all over | |
| But, I just tight my flow and built the buzz and came colder | |
| I toucht them street | |
| G's, Them go gettas, | |
| And crack stars | |
| You 6 feet deep or some where sleep behind them iron bars | |
| Cuz I done knocked off plenty cars and.. | |
| Off plenty hoes | |
| Done pulled up plenty shows | |
| Candy paint and glass vogues. | |
| Look at 'em whisperin.. | |
| Like some hoes on the sideline they 2nd streamin and cheerleadin while | |
| I'm gettin mine | |
| I know I've been down, cant wait 'till the next round | |
| Tommorows', tommorow | |
| But today nigga it's right now | |
| It's Ke' and ' | |
| Ro and fa' sho that's a gangsta hit | |
| Get up out our life, hoe | |
| Get up off our dick, | |
| Trick! [Chorus: Z-Ro] | |
| Time to let the truth be tooooold, | |
| It ain't no brighter dayyyyyys, | |
| Cuz when it all unfooolds, | |
| A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. | |
| These haters tryinna stop my griiiind, | |
| But I bet them hoes can't block my shiiiiine, | |
| So tired of taking losses, | |
| Not this time, | |
| I can't save the whole world, | |
| I'm just tryinna look out for mine... |
| zuo qu : Edwards, McVey, Williams | |
| Chorus: ZRo ... | |
| Time to let the truth be tooooold, | |
| It ain' t no brighter dayyyyyys, | |
| Cuz when it all unfooolds, | |
| A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. | |
| These haters tryinna stop my griiiind, | |
| But I bet them hoes can' t block my shiiiiine, | |
| So tired of taking losses, | |
| Not this time, | |
| I can' t save the whole world, | |
| I' m just tryinna look out for mine... Verse 1: ZRo | |
| Aye I' ve been gettin alot of exposure | |
| Lately on niggaz' songs, and in they videos. | |
| Cuz they know | |
| I' m an O. G. | |
| Not an Original | |
| Gangster but an | |
| Orginized | |
| General They see pullin' up in my 300 bangin | |
| Gators on my feet and jewelry danglin | |
| Everybody love they way | |
| I look on the ouside | |
| But inside | |
| I be painin, | |
| Is it every gonna stop rainin? | |
| Nuthin but thunderstorm clouds over above me | |
| Shit I used to break my back to make sure my niggaz was straight | |
| But they still don' t love me. | |
| That' s why it' s ' | |
| No More Pain' on my lower arm | |
| And ' 1 Deep' tatted on my other arm | |
| If you see me lookin in ya' ll direction | |
| I' m not about to speak, finna do you mutha fuckas harm. | |
| Got 17 albums and they all sellin | |
| So tell me why the fuck my pockets ain' t swellin | |
| And I ain' t neva did nothing to nobody, that didn' t have it comin to them | |
| Bitch, I' m a fellon, | |
| Felt like | |
| I was failin, | |
| God tell me when | |
| I' m gon' win, | |
| You know when | |
| I' m blessed, | |
| You know when | |
| I' m gon sin, | |
| You were there at the begginin of my days, | |
| I' m just hopin | |
| I see you after all my days end. | |
| And I don' t give a damn what these people say, | |
| Half the people in the church got evil ways, | |
| I was just lookin to make a lil' scrilla, | |
| But it turned a lil' christian into a lil' killa | |
| From ablel to label, and gun to rifle. | |
| It' s a forward march, ain' t no time to retreat. | |
| If you able to save a nation, go head, | |
| But I' m strugglin to get myself somethin to eat. Chorus: ZRo | |
| Time to let the truth be tooooold, | |
| It ain' t no brighter dayyyyyys, | |
| Cuz when it all unfooolds, | |
| A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. | |
| These haters tryinna stop my griiiind, | |
| But I bet them hoes can' t block my shiiiiine, | |
| So tired of taking losses, | |
| Not this time, | |
| I can' t save the whole world, | |
| I' m just tryinna look out for mine... Verse 2: Lil' Keke | |
| Yup, Yup No more strugglin backwards, | |
| Hustlin this is my year | |
| I' ve been in the game since ' 95 | |
| Bitch! I' m still here | |
| I hear the background that side talk and cheap bumpin | |
| If you don' t like who | |
| I signed, | |
| Swisha House nigga! | |
| Just 6 months ago they said ' | |
| Da Don' was all over | |
| But, I just tight my flow and built the buzz and came colder | |
| I toucht them street | |
| G' s, Them go gettas, | |
| And crack stars | |
| You 6 feet deep or some where sleep behind them iron bars | |
| Cuz I done knocked off plenty cars and.. | |
| Off plenty hoes | |
| Done pulled up plenty shows | |
| Candy paint and glass vogues. | |
| Look at ' em whisperin.. | |
| Like some hoes on the sideline they 2nd streamin and cheerleadin while | |
| I' m gettin mine | |
| I know I' ve been down, cant wait ' till the next round | |
| Tommorows', tommorow | |
| But today nigga it' s right now | |
| It' s Ke' and ' | |
| Ro and fa' sho that' s a gangsta hit | |
| Get up out our life, hoe | |
| Get up off our dick, | |
| Trick! Chorus: ZRo | |
| Time to let the truth be tooooold, | |
| It ain' t no brighter dayyyyyys, | |
| Cuz when it all unfooolds, | |
| A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. | |
| These haters tryinna stop my griiiind, | |
| But I bet them hoes can' t block my shiiiiine, | |
| So tired of taking losses, | |
| Not this time, | |
| I can' t save the whole world, | |
| I' m just tryinna look out for mine... |
| zuò qǔ : Edwards, McVey, Williams | |
| Chorus: ZRo ... | |
| Time to let the truth be tooooold, | |
| It ain' t no brighter dayyyyyys, | |
| Cuz when it all unfooolds, | |
| A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. | |
| These haters tryinna stop my griiiind, | |
| But I bet them hoes can' t block my shiiiiine, | |
| So tired of taking losses, | |
| Not this time, | |
| I can' t save the whole world, | |
| I' m just tryinna look out for mine... Verse 1: ZRo | |
| Aye I' ve been gettin alot of exposure | |
| Lately on niggaz' songs, and in they videos. | |
| Cuz they know | |
| I' m an O. G. | |
| Not an Original | |
| Gangster but an | |
| Orginized | |
| General They see pullin' up in my 300 bangin | |
| Gators on my feet and jewelry danglin | |
| Everybody love they way | |
| I look on the ouside | |
| But inside | |
| I be painin, | |
| Is it every gonna stop rainin? | |
| Nuthin but thunderstorm clouds over above me | |
| Shit I used to break my back to make sure my niggaz was straight | |
| But they still don' t love me. | |
| That' s why it' s ' | |
| No More Pain' on my lower arm | |
| And ' 1 Deep' tatted on my other arm | |
| If you see me lookin in ya' ll direction | |
| I' m not about to speak, finna do you mutha fuckas harm. | |
| Got 17 albums and they all sellin | |
| So tell me why the fuck my pockets ain' t swellin | |
| And I ain' t neva did nothing to nobody, that didn' t have it comin to them | |
| Bitch, I' m a fellon, | |
| Felt like | |
| I was failin, | |
| God tell me when | |
| I' m gon' win, | |
| You know when | |
| I' m blessed, | |
| You know when | |
| I' m gon sin, | |
| You were there at the begginin of my days, | |
| I' m just hopin | |
| I see you after all my days end. | |
| And I don' t give a damn what these people say, | |
| Half the people in the church got evil ways, | |
| I was just lookin to make a lil' scrilla, | |
| But it turned a lil' christian into a lil' killa | |
| From ablel to label, and gun to rifle. | |
| It' s a forward march, ain' t no time to retreat. | |
| If you able to save a nation, go head, | |
| But I' m strugglin to get myself somethin to eat. Chorus: ZRo | |
| Time to let the truth be tooooold, | |
| It ain' t no brighter dayyyyyys, | |
| Cuz when it all unfooolds, | |
| A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. | |
| These haters tryinna stop my griiiind, | |
| But I bet them hoes can' t block my shiiiiine, | |
| So tired of taking losses, | |
| Not this time, | |
| I can' t save the whole world, | |
| I' m just tryinna look out for mine... Verse 2: Lil' Keke | |
| Yup, Yup No more strugglin backwards, | |
| Hustlin this is my year | |
| I' ve been in the game since ' 95 | |
| Bitch! I' m still here | |
| I hear the background that side talk and cheap bumpin | |
| If you don' t like who | |
| I signed, | |
| Swisha House nigga! | |
| Just 6 months ago they said ' | |
| Da Don' was all over | |
| But, I just tight my flow and built the buzz and came colder | |
| I toucht them street | |
| G' s, Them go gettas, | |
| And crack stars | |
| You 6 feet deep or some where sleep behind them iron bars | |
| Cuz I done knocked off plenty cars and.. | |
| Off plenty hoes | |
| Done pulled up plenty shows | |
| Candy paint and glass vogues. | |
| Look at ' em whisperin.. | |
| Like some hoes on the sideline they 2nd streamin and cheerleadin while | |
| I' m gettin mine | |
| I know I' ve been down, cant wait ' till the next round | |
| Tommorows', tommorow | |
| But today nigga it' s right now | |
| It' s Ke' and ' | |
| Ro and fa' sho that' s a gangsta hit | |
| Get up out our life, hoe | |
| Get up off our dick, | |
| Trick! Chorus: ZRo | |
| Time to let the truth be tooooold, | |
| It ain' t no brighter dayyyyyys, | |
| Cuz when it all unfooolds, | |
| A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. | |
| These haters tryinna stop my griiiind, | |
| But I bet them hoes can' t block my shiiiiine, | |
| So tired of taking losses, | |
| Not this time, | |
| I can' t save the whole world, | |
| I' m just tryinna look out for mine... |
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