歌曲 | Dead Men Can't Rap |
歌手 | Lil 1/2 Dead |
专辑 | The Dead Has Arisen |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Lil' 1/2 Dead |
[00:13.518] | It's Half Dead so a nigga gots to see death twice |
[00:16.052] | To realize that this gun ain't nothing nice |
[00:18.942] | The price you pay today might be your last |
[00:21.997] | Cause on this Eastside niggas move fast |
[00:25.196] | I spent too many years on the street surviving |
[00:28.489] | Struggle and striving on the Sunday ground conniving |
[00:31.654] | I got broads that can bust or break |
[00:34.349] | When Half Dead spank that ass with his gank |
[00:37.184] | Now you can say that I'm a dead man walking |
[00:39.713] | Cause I'm stalking, but half of my body is in the coffin |
[00:43.092] | I'm serving 33 years to life, I holds my mic |
[00:46.165] | When I rolls mother ****ers like dice |
[00:49.766] | The gin and juice gets me loose, I'm fly like Spruce Goose |
[00:52.270] | Every now and then I have to drink an deuce, deuce |
[00:55.421] | To maintain my composure, light up the doja |
[00:58.683] | Mack and kick back while I peel some caps |
[01:01.434] | The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt |
[01:05.403] | Work is puts in and bodies begin to jerk |
[01:07.404] | He looks as though he's frozen, his body's decomposing |
[01:11.125] | But that's the life that he's chosen |
[01:14.093] | Who the hell said dead men can't man rap? Who? What? |
[01:19.994] | Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? |
[01:24.250] | (Now mother****ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) |
[01:26.161] | Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? |
[01:31.577] | Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? |
[01:36.136] | (Now mother****ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) |
[01:37.725] | I rose to through the spot at night |
[01:39.917] | I got this AK 47, and black folks thinking heaven (damn) |
[01:43.961] | I much love depressed death, I step |
[01:46.937] | But one time ride around vest |
[01:49.384] | Know check it, they won't to cuff me try and to scuff me up |
[01:52.700] | But unlike Rocky they can't stop me |
[01:55.940] | Because it feels like October 30th |
[01:58.621] | Halloween eve, niggas get relieved |
[02:02.308] | And start doing dirt and putting in much work |
[02:04.913] | I really gives an mad **** about getting hurt |
[02:08.081] | So run up in my face, if you dare |
[02:10.669] | I got my gun in the air and I don't care, huh |
[02:13.904] | I put you flat on your back, your face'll crack |
[02:17.345] | When the nine millimeter goes smack |
[02:19.920] | And yeah, now how really like that? |
[02:22.436] | And who the hell said dead man can't rap? |
[02:25.942] | The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt |
[02:28.897] | Work is puts in and bodies begin to jerk |
[02:31.613] | He looks as though he's frozen, his body's decomposing |
[02:35.892] | But that's the life that he's chosen |
[02:38.004] | Who the hell said dead men can't man rap? Who? What? |
[02:43.650] | Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? |
[02:48.817] | (Now mother****ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) |
[02:50.080] | Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? |
[02:55.929] | Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? |
[02:59.196] | (Now mother****ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) |
[03:01.692] | As I return from the graveyard I'm bruised, battled and scarred |
[03:04.593] | But hard times giving props to hip hop |
[03:07.804] | Another psychedelic G funk era, pause in terror |
[03:11.836] | Grab your seats as I prepare the |
[03:14.050] | Execution, my solution, to all men |
[03:17.157] | Praised the duty to stay in mind that I'm in as I bend |
[03:20.692] | The corner sipping juice and gin |
[03:22.586] | Roll down the windows, let the indo smoke blow in the wind |
[03:25.640] | It's me, the H-A-L-F D-E-A and to the D |
[03:29.328] | I'm straight coming from the LBC |
[03:31.953] | I pocket all the dough in '94 |
[03:34.308] | And all y'all buster ass niggas really don't hear me though |
[03:38.408] | I gots to make a grip and have a extra clip |
[03:41.256] | So everytime me and homies are rolling to dip |
[03:44.330] | We can put a nigga flat on his back |
[03:46.724] | And who the hell say dead man can't rap |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Lil' 1 2 Dead |
[00:13.518] | It' s Half Dead so a nigga gots to see death twice |
[00:16.052] | To realize that this gun ain' t nothing nice |
[00:18.942] | The price you pay today might be your last |
[00:21.997] | Cause on this Eastside niggas move fast |
[00:25.196] | I spent too many years on the street surviving |
[00:28.489] | Struggle and striving on the Sunday ground conniving |
[00:31.654] | I got broads that can bust or break |
[00:34.349] | When Half Dead spank that ass with his gank |
[00:37.184] | Now you can say that I' m a dead man walking |
[00:39.713] | Cause I' m stalking, but half of my body is in the coffin |
[00:43.092] | I' m serving 33 years to life, I holds my mic |
[00:46.165] | When I rolls mother ers like dice |
[00:49.766] | The gin and juice gets me loose, I' m fly like Spruce Goose |
[00:52.270] | Every now and then I have to drink an deuce, deuce |
[00:55.421] | To maintain my composure, light up the doja |
[00:58.683] | Mack and kick back while I peel some caps |
[01:01.434] | The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt |
[01:05.403] | Work is puts in and bodies begin to jerk |
[01:07.404] | He looks as though he' s frozen, his body' s decomposing |
[01:11.125] | But that' s the life that he' s chosen |
[01:14.093] | Who the hell said dead men can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[01:19.994] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[01:24.250] | Now mother ers can' t face the facts that I' m doing this |
[01:26.161] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[01:31.577] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[01:36.136] | Now mother ers can' t face the facts that I' m doing this |
[01:37.725] | I rose to through the spot at night |
[01:39.917] | I got this AK 47, and black folks thinking heaven damn |
[01:43.961] | I much love depressed death, I step |
[01:46.937] | But one time ride around vest |
[01:49.384] | Know check it, they won' t to cuff me try and to scuff me up |
[01:52.700] | But unlike Rocky they can' t stop me |
[01:55.940] | Because it feels like October 30th |
[01:58.621] | Halloween eve, niggas get relieved |
[02:02.308] | And start doing dirt and putting in much work |
[02:04.913] | I really gives an mad about getting hurt |
[02:08.081] | So run up in my face, if you dare |
[02:10.669] | I got my gun in the air and I don' t care, huh |
[02:13.904] | I put you flat on your back, your face' ll crack |
[02:17.345] | When the nine millimeter goes smack |
[02:19.920] | And yeah, now how really like that? |
[02:22.436] | And who the hell said dead man can' t rap? |
[02:25.942] | The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt |
[02:28.897] | Work is puts in and bodies begin to jerk |
[02:31.613] | He looks as though he' s frozen, his body' s decomposing |
[02:35.892] | But that' s the life that he' s chosen |
[02:38.004] | Who the hell said dead men can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[02:43.650] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[02:48.817] | Now mother ers can' t face the facts that I' m doing this |
[02:50.080] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[02:55.929] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[02:59.196] | Now mother ers can' t face the facts that I' m doing this |
[03:01.692] | As I return from the graveyard I' m bruised, battled and scarred |
[03:04.593] | But hard times giving props to hip hop |
[03:07.804] | Another psychedelic G funk era, pause in terror |
[03:11.836] | Grab your seats as I prepare the |
[03:14.050] | Execution, my solution, to all men |
[03:17.157] | Praised the duty to stay in mind that I' m in as I bend |
[03:20.692] | The corner sipping juice and gin |
[03:22.586] | Roll down the windows, let the indo smoke blow in the wind |
[03:25.640] | It' s me, the HALF DEA and to the D |
[03:29.328] | I' m straight coming from the LBC |
[03:31.953] | I pocket all the dough in ' 94 |
[03:34.308] | And all y' all buster ass niggas really don' t hear me though |
[03:38.408] | I gots to make a grip and have a extra clip |
[03:41.256] | So everytime me and homies are rolling to dip |
[03:44.330] | We can put a nigga flat on his back |
[03:46.724] | And who the hell say dead man can' t rap |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Lil' 1 2 Dead |
[00:13.518] | It' s Half Dead so a nigga gots to see death twice |
[00:16.052] | To realize that this gun ain' t nothing nice |
[00:18.942] | The price you pay today might be your last |
[00:21.997] | Cause on this Eastside niggas move fast |
[00:25.196] | I spent too many years on the street surviving |
[00:28.489] | Struggle and striving on the Sunday ground conniving |
[00:31.654] | I got broads that can bust or break |
[00:34.349] | When Half Dead spank that ass with his gank |
[00:37.184] | Now you can say that I' m a dead man walking |
[00:39.713] | Cause I' m stalking, but half of my body is in the coffin |
[00:43.092] | I' m serving 33 years to life, I holds my mic |
[00:46.165] | When I rolls mother ers like dice |
[00:49.766] | The gin and juice gets me loose, I' m fly like Spruce Goose |
[00:52.270] | Every now and then I have to drink an deuce, deuce |
[00:55.421] | To maintain my composure, light up the doja |
[00:58.683] | Mack and kick back while I peel some caps |
[01:01.434] | The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt |
[01:05.403] | Work is puts in and bodies begin to jerk |
[01:07.404] | He looks as though he' s frozen, his body' s decomposing |
[01:11.125] | But that' s the life that he' s chosen |
[01:14.093] | Who the hell said dead men can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[01:19.994] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[01:24.250] | Now mother ers can' t face the facts that I' m doing this |
[01:26.161] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[01:31.577] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[01:36.136] | Now mother ers can' t face the facts that I' m doing this |
[01:37.725] | I rose to through the spot at night |
[01:39.917] | I got this AK 47, and black folks thinking heaven damn |
[01:43.961] | I much love depressed death, I step |
[01:46.937] | But one time ride around vest |
[01:49.384] | Know check it, they won' t to cuff me try and to scuff me up |
[01:52.700] | But unlike Rocky they can' t stop me |
[01:55.940] | Because it feels like October 30th |
[01:58.621] | Halloween eve, niggas get relieved |
[02:02.308] | And start doing dirt and putting in much work |
[02:04.913] | I really gives an mad about getting hurt |
[02:08.081] | So run up in my face, if you dare |
[02:10.669] | I got my gun in the air and I don' t care, huh |
[02:13.904] | I put you flat on your back, your face' ll crack |
[02:17.345] | When the nine millimeter goes smack |
[02:19.920] | And yeah, now how really like that? |
[02:22.436] | And who the hell said dead man can' t rap? |
[02:25.942] | The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt |
[02:28.897] | Work is puts in and bodies begin to jerk |
[02:31.613] | He looks as though he' s frozen, his body' s decomposing |
[02:35.892] | But that' s the life that he' s chosen |
[02:38.004] | Who the hell said dead men can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[02:43.650] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[02:48.817] | Now mother ers can' t face the facts that I' m doing this |
[02:50.080] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[02:55.929] | Who the hell said dead man can' t man rap? Who? What? |
[02:59.196] | Now mother ers can' t face the facts that I' m doing this |
[03:01.692] | As I return from the graveyard I' m bruised, battled and scarred |
[03:04.593] | But hard times giving props to hip hop |
[03:07.804] | Another psychedelic G funk era, pause in terror |
[03:11.836] | Grab your seats as I prepare the |
[03:14.050] | Execution, my solution, to all men |
[03:17.157] | Praised the duty to stay in mind that I' m in as I bend |
[03:20.692] | The corner sipping juice and gin |
[03:22.586] | Roll down the windows, let the indo smoke blow in the wind |
[03:25.640] | It' s me, the HALF DEA and to the D |
[03:29.328] | I' m straight coming from the LBC |
[03:31.953] | I pocket all the dough in ' 94 |
[03:34.308] | And all y' all buster ass niggas really don' t hear me though |
[03:38.408] | I gots to make a grip and have a extra clip |
[03:41.256] | So everytime me and homies are rolling to dip |
[03:44.330] | We can put a nigga flat on his back |
[03:46.724] | And who the hell say dead man can' t rap |