歌曲 | Things Done Changed - Album Version (Explicit) |
歌手 | The Notorious B.I.G. |
专辑 | Ready To Die |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Notorious BIG |
[00:23.15] | Remember back in the days, |
[00:25.28] | When niggaz had waves |
[00:26.51] | Gazelle shades, |
[00:28.02] | And corn braids |
[00:29.05] | Pitchin pennies, |
[00:30.32] | Honies had the high top jellies |
[00:31.81] | Shootin skelly, |
[00:32.98] | Motherf**kers was all friendly |
[00:34.66] | Loungin at the barbeques, |
[00:36.13] | Drinkin brews |
[00:37.18] | With the neighborhood crews, |
[00:38.58] | Hangin on the avenues |
[00:39.86] | Turn your pagers, |
[00:41.04] | To nineteen ninety three |
[00:42.49] | Niggaz is gettin smoked G, |
[00:44.07] | Believe me |
[00:45.22] | Talk slick, |
[00:46.24] | You get your neck slit quick |
[00:47.89] | Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit |
[00:50.29] | Totin techs for rep, |
[00:51.51] | Smokin blunts in the project |
[00:53.07] | Hallways, |
[00:53.90] | Shootin dice all day |
[00:55.65] | Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit |
[00:58.62] | We get hype and shit and start lifin shit |
[01:01.23] | So step away with your fist fight ways |
[01:03.26] | Motherf**ker this ain't back in the days, |
[01:05.23] | But you don't hear me though |
[01:06.83] | |
[01:27.19] | No more cocoa leave io, |
[01:28.82] | One two three |
[01:29.86] | One two three, |
[01:30.60] | All of this to me, |
[01:31.90] | Is a mystery |
[01:32.95] | I hear you motherf**kers talk about it |
[01:34.80] | But I stay seein bodies with the |
[01:36.73] | Motherf**kin chalk around it |
[01:38.11] | And I'm down with the shit too |
[01:39.99] | For the stupid motherf**kers |
[01:41.68] | Wanna try to use Kung-Fu |
[01:43.55] | Instead of a Mac 10 he tried scrappin |
[01:45.83] | Slugs in his back and, |
[01:47.19] | That's what the f**k happens |
[01:48.62] | When you sleep on the street |
[01:50.42] | Little motherf**kers with heat, |
[01:52.08] | Want ta leave a nigga six feet deep |
[01:54.27] | And we comin to the wake |
[01:56.04] | To make sure the cryin and |
[01:57.56] | Commotion ain't a motherf**kin fake |
[01:59.08] | Back in the days, |
[02:00.35] | Our parents used to take care of us |
[02:02.11] | Look at em now, |
[02:03.02] | They even f**kin scared of us |
[02:04.50] | Callin the city for help because they can't maintain |
[02:07.84] | Damn, shit done changed |
[02:09.50] | |
[02:30.65] | If I wasn't in the rap game |
[02:32.69] | |
[02:33.48] | I'd probably have a key knee |
[02:34.93] | Deep in the crack game |
[02:36.43] | Because the streets is a short stop |
[02:38.24] | Either you're slingin crack rock |
[02:39.79] | Or you got a wicked jumpshot |
[02:41.54] | Shit, it's hard being young from the slums |
[02:44.08] | Eatin five cent gums not knowin |
[02:45.56] | Where your meals comin from |
[02:46.82] | And now the shit's gettin crazier and major |
[02:49.18] | Kids younger than me, |
[02:50.32] | They got the Sky grand Pagers |
[02:52.00] | Goin outta town, blowin up |
[02:54.60] | Six months later all |
[02:55.69] | The dead bodies showin up |
[02:57.34] | It make me wanna grab |
[02:58.51] | The nine and the shottie |
[02:59.91] | But I gotta go identify the body |
[03:02.41] | Damn, what happened to |
[03:03.78] | The summertime cookouts? |
[03:05.25] | Everytime I turn around |
[03:06.37] | A nigga gettin took out |
[03:07.83] | Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast |
[03:10.38] | Don't ask me why I'm motherf**kin stressed, |
[03:12.33] | Things done changed |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Notorious BIG |
[00:23.15] | Remember back in the days, |
[00:25.28] | When niggaz had waves |
[00:26.51] | Gazelle shades, |
[00:28.02] | And corn braids |
[00:29.05] | Pitchin pennies, |
[00:30.32] | Honies had the high top jellies |
[00:31.81] | Shootin skelly, |
[00:32.98] | Motherf kers was all friendly |
[00:34.66] | Loungin at the barbeques, |
[00:36.13] | Drinkin brews |
[00:37.18] | With the neighborhood crews, |
[00:38.58] | Hangin on the avenues |
[00:39.86] | Turn your pagers, |
[00:41.04] | To nineteen ninety three |
[00:42.49] | Niggaz is gettin smoked G, |
[00:44.07] | Believe me |
[00:45.22] | Talk slick, |
[00:46.24] | You get your neck slit quick |
[00:47.89] | Cause real street niggaz ain' t havin that shit |
[00:50.29] | Totin techs for rep, |
[00:51.51] | Smokin blunts in the project |
[00:53.07] | Hallways, |
[00:53.90] | Shootin dice all day |
[00:55.65] | Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit |
[00:58.62] | We get hype and shit and start lifin shit |
[01:01.23] | So step away with your fist fight ways |
[01:03.26] | Motherf ker this ain' t back in the days, |
[01:05.23] | But you don' t hear me though |
[01:06.83] | |
[01:27.19] | No more cocoa leave io, |
[01:28.82] | One two three |
[01:29.86] | One two three, |
[01:30.60] | All of this to me, |
[01:31.90] | Is a mystery |
[01:32.95] | I hear you motherf kers talk about it |
[01:34.80] | But I stay seein bodies with the |
[01:36.73] | Motherf kin chalk around it |
[01:38.11] | And I' m down with the shit too |
[01:39.99] | For the stupid motherf kers |
[01:41.68] | Wanna try to use KungFu |
[01:43.55] | Instead of a Mac 10 he tried scrappin |
[01:45.83] | Slugs in his back and, |
[01:47.19] | That' s what the f k happens |
[01:48.62] | When you sleep on the street |
[01:50.42] | Little motherf kers with heat, |
[01:52.08] | Want ta leave a nigga six feet deep |
[01:54.27] | And we comin to the wake |
[01:56.04] | To make sure the cryin and |
[01:57.56] | Commotion ain' t a motherf kin fake |
[01:59.08] | Back in the days, |
[02:00.35] | Our parents used to take care of us |
[02:02.11] | Look at em now, |
[02:03.02] | They even f kin scared of us |
[02:04.50] | Callin the city for help because they can' t maintain |
[02:07.84] | Damn, shit done changed |
[02:09.50] | |
[02:30.65] | If I wasn' t in the rap game |
[02:32.69] | |
[02:33.48] | I' d probably have a key knee |
[02:34.93] | Deep in the crack game |
[02:36.43] | Because the streets is a short stop |
[02:38.24] | Either you' re slingin crack rock |
[02:39.79] | Or you got a wicked jumpshot |
[02:41.54] | Shit, it' s hard being young from the slums |
[02:44.08] | Eatin five cent gums not knowin |
[02:45.56] | Where your meals comin from |
[02:46.82] | And now the shit' s gettin crazier and major |
[02:49.18] | Kids younger than me, |
[02:50.32] | They got the Sky grand Pagers |
[02:52.00] | Goin outta town, blowin up |
[02:54.60] | Six months later all |
[02:55.69] | The dead bodies showin up |
[02:57.34] | It make me wanna grab |
[02:58.51] | The nine and the shottie |
[02:59.91] | But I gotta go identify the body |
[03:02.41] | Damn, what happened to |
[03:03.78] | The summertime cookouts? |
[03:05.25] | Everytime I turn around |
[03:06.37] | A nigga gettin took out |
[03:07.83] | Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast |
[03:10.38] | Don' t ask me why I' m motherf kin stressed, |
[03:12.33] | Things done changed |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Notorious BIG |
[00:23.15] | Remember back in the days, |
[00:25.28] | When niggaz had waves |
[00:26.51] | Gazelle shades, |
[00:28.02] | And corn braids |
[00:29.05] | Pitchin pennies, |
[00:30.32] | Honies had the high top jellies |
[00:31.81] | Shootin skelly, |
[00:32.98] | Motherf kers was all friendly |
[00:34.66] | Loungin at the barbeques, |
[00:36.13] | Drinkin brews |
[00:37.18] | With the neighborhood crews, |
[00:38.58] | Hangin on the avenues |
[00:39.86] | Turn your pagers, |
[00:41.04] | To nineteen ninety three |
[00:42.49] | Niggaz is gettin smoked G, |
[00:44.07] | Believe me |
[00:45.22] | Talk slick, |
[00:46.24] | You get your neck slit quick |
[00:47.89] | Cause real street niggaz ain' t havin that shit |
[00:50.29] | Totin techs for rep, |
[00:51.51] | Smokin blunts in the project |
[00:53.07] | Hallways, |
[00:53.90] | Shootin dice all day |
[00:55.65] | Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit |
[00:58.62] | We get hype and shit and start lifin shit |
[01:01.23] | So step away with your fist fight ways |
[01:03.26] | Motherf ker this ain' t back in the days, |
[01:05.23] | But you don' t hear me though |
[01:06.83] | |
[01:27.19] | No more cocoa leave io, |
[01:28.82] | One two three |
[01:29.86] | One two three, |
[01:30.60] | All of this to me, |
[01:31.90] | Is a mystery |
[01:32.95] | I hear you motherf kers talk about it |
[01:34.80] | But I stay seein bodies with the |
[01:36.73] | Motherf kin chalk around it |
[01:38.11] | And I' m down with the shit too |
[01:39.99] | For the stupid motherf kers |
[01:41.68] | Wanna try to use KungFu |
[01:43.55] | Instead of a Mac 10 he tried scrappin |
[01:45.83] | Slugs in his back and, |
[01:47.19] | That' s what the f k happens |
[01:48.62] | When you sleep on the street |
[01:50.42] | Little motherf kers with heat, |
[01:52.08] | Want ta leave a nigga six feet deep |
[01:54.27] | And we comin to the wake |
[01:56.04] | To make sure the cryin and |
[01:57.56] | Commotion ain' t a motherf kin fake |
[01:59.08] | Back in the days, |
[02:00.35] | Our parents used to take care of us |
[02:02.11] | Look at em now, |
[02:03.02] | They even f kin scared of us |
[02:04.50] | Callin the city for help because they can' t maintain |
[02:07.84] | Damn, shit done changed |
[02:09.50] | |
[02:30.65] | If I wasn' t in the rap game |
[02:32.69] | |
[02:33.48] | I' d probably have a key knee |
[02:34.93] | Deep in the crack game |
[02:36.43] | Because the streets is a short stop |
[02:38.24] | Either you' re slingin crack rock |
[02:39.79] | Or you got a wicked jumpshot |
[02:41.54] | Shit, it' s hard being young from the slums |
[02:44.08] | Eatin five cent gums not knowin |
[02:45.56] | Where your meals comin from |
[02:46.82] | And now the shit' s gettin crazier and major |
[02:49.18] | Kids younger than me, |
[02:50.32] | They got the Sky grand Pagers |
[02:52.00] | Goin outta town, blowin up |
[02:54.60] | Six months later all |
[02:55.69] | The dead bodies showin up |
[02:57.34] | It make me wanna grab |
[02:58.51] | The nine and the shottie |
[02:59.91] | But I gotta go identify the body |
[03:02.41] | Damn, what happened to |
[03:03.78] | The summertime cookouts? |
[03:05.25] | Everytime I turn around |
[03:06.37] | A nigga gettin took out |
[03:07.83] | Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast |
[03:10.38] | Don' t ask me why I' m motherf kin stressed, |
[03:12.33] | Things done changed |