Представляем точный текст композиции "Hard Times" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hard Times» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Hard Times"
Lyrics to Hard Times : [Chorus] Hard times, look over your peoples cause everybody dying Osama Bin Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga This is hard times, like its so much gun smoke and see the stars shine We living on dreams but is they coming true, what Im gonna do Make a million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two [Trae] Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain The rain steady pumping me up, locked down on hard times But Im knowing that I gotta make it, running on my deadline Giving out flat lines, cause if you think that Im feeling Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain Its like everything that I had, it wont ever be the same I feel Im sicking home the cemetery Cause thats where all of my people rest I cant take the stress, Im fin to send it through somebody chest Thats why I walk around pissed off, strapped with a vest I done been through a lot, ready to release the glock Vicinities South, a brother on my Dickie, I be ready to ride And Im sick of this shit, I aint fin to be hiding out, lately Street lifes got a nigga lost, will I wind up in a coffin I dont know, Im about to blow, I dont wanna take no mo But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow Reality is a motherfucker, thats what they was telling a nigga Thats just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw And Relay too and Andrew, now what about Danny Boo Thats fucked up, growing up in a childhood all alone with nobody No mama no daddy, Z-Ro I see why these niggas cant relate to us Cause we them thugs of another kind Making these niggas feel us two rhymes Cause if they lived the life that we live Theyd probably be broke down, crying and dying [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Living in the ghetto, everyday is a motherfucking test And I just cant rest, gotta keep a vest around my chest Seem like everybody wanna start a little plex Nigga but not me though, Im trying to focus On bigger and brighter thangs Steady trying to come out the storm From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain Running away from the police Nigga fuck peace, its all about war Nothing but a AK and a HK and a Tommy Gun Sitting in the back of the car, I just cant cope Everybody is a suspect, even if you dont bust Ima bust back We down to ride and, all you little Bitches and niggas get off my nut sack Been 18 lonely years, since I buried my T Dogs When I be shooting the breeze But Im still conversating like she aint gone You can take a look at this light of mine Never did glimmer, never did shine Cause I resort to a life of crime And I know Im wrong, but I gotta get mine Fools dont understand me, a nigga be nervous 24/7 Puffing on sticky, eyes redder than period candy Look at my pockets, I might as well stop it Because them hoes on flat, look in the freezer And a sive, aint nothing but a stomach, these are hard times [Chorus] [Trae] Ro pass me the AK, one of these niggas Fin to pay for everything that Im feeling, aint no more healing To the head with lead, is the only thing Ima be drilling My nigga this hard times, and the way that it look I dont think that its gonna get better, the only thing thats here Is to suck it up, inside I know thats why we not giving a fuck Ready to bust, on anything this life feeling, like we on our last breath Im quiet as kept, my nigga dont start Or else somebody gon see they death Or hate us like that, but this side of Trae it be like that all times The only thing that I know more than pain, is pain and me never dying [Z-Ro] Poverty stricken and headed to prison Running because of the life, you looking for codeine Or amphetamines, I got em at the cheapest price Living by the rules of the street life, fin to get niggas Better beat the street light home, after dark I par-park Everybody be tripping, attempting to get rich Dig a bigger ditch bitch bleed, Im a motherfucking man Trying to do all that I can, I always held my ground And I never ran, got shot for taking a stand I need a plexing, because Im stressing, losing my mind Smoking wesson, my head Im pressing, hard times [Chorus - 2x] [ Hard Times Lyrics ]
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