Представляем точный текст композиции "Live At The Tunnel" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cru . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Live At The Tunnel» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cru передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cru - "Live At The Tunnel"
Lyrics to Live At The Tunnel : (feat. The Lox) [Jadakiss] Its all for real, word, word Yo, my outlet is full of powerful niggas Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah Keep the room dark, let me feel out my high Then slap box my ghost til one of us cry J to the MUAH, can niggas fuck around' Then they better say "nah", word to Allah They all dyin down, I got iron now Run upon em, cock it back, then tie em down If he try to move then I gotta lie him down From Y-O, aka Riot Town I used to buy it, but I just supply it now Yall used to talk, but youre all quiet now You know what it is that really make it scrape it Have a lot of cars, and the lot still vacent And you wont stop speakin til I leave you on the cement Leakin, all hot none eatin [Yogi] Slow down son, youre kill em Ok you can bring it to em Everyday, just like Mary J. Sippin iced teas in the E & J Partyin, til your bare remain Youre killin em, ok you bring it to em Everyday, just like Mary J. Honeys at the bar sippin Alaze Cru and Lox says "You here, remain" I know you brailin me, baby Yogis in the lead, youre trailin me, baby PHds cant compete mines is better than yours So we can take it to the streets, my rums redder than yours BX where the additcs sniffin chalk outline And the clubs they shout mine, shits about time Chad and Mighty Ha he the predicate felon When he make bail he eat more booty than Ellen, Who you tellin' The world is mine like Esco If not, at least a house and Esgro Turnin ghetto stars into Uncle Toms Yo-gi, the uptown mellow low key Understandin that my crew is strictly Shark Bar Champagne toastin while you splittin Clark Bars Id rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex Then on the corner holdin bundles, next [Styles] Y-Os time to see the hunger in me And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me Like they live, they aint got a slice to give In the broken down home and they priceless kids Why wouldnt it grab the gun, heist the crib And they never learn shit until twice they bid Like the world turn around funny clown money Everybody laugh when they have it What about the addicts, niggas thatll hustle for years Til they see the graveyard, up at thier tier Playin spades, you in the world and you playin charades If the war jumped off you wouldnt touch a gernade Wanna die for the cause' Lie for the dogs' Niggas wanna play but never took time to pause Learned to remind and check the phat four Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords [Chadio] Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, than show me Cause Im walkin these streets and no one know me Its gon change though, with the ill strange flow In the 9-8 push my a black Range Rove I keeps the real, seperate from the fake If I kill, yo, Im doin so for the cake Blastin go to a distant land See my guns like church to a Christain man Its the code of the streets no time to explain Free that soul on up to the next plain Remember the pain, two shots from the flame Remember the bloodstains, the cold wet rain Little light guys with little white lies We takin out cash and flippin big white pies You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant You watchin too much Stallone and Van Damme [Sheek] Aiyyo Lox niggas what, what the fuck, who up in here Where my crew at, wave your shit in the air Now bust em once for the niggas who aint with you And jam all above, show a muthafucka love We make cake, but to make cake you need batter So if you aint kickin that shit the beat aint gonna matter Lox and Cru, helf a milli out of you So if you want it you can get the 60 shot pronto Sheek that kid that spit out like tabacco Lyrically fucked yall, if it aint chips, we ducked out Wont touch out if it aint a 7 figure route Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka Lets get flicks, spit on the niggas like this From Y-O to B-X yall niggas straight C-X But we count the benjamins and collect chee-ecks My baguettes shine on my neck like Flex [Mighty Ha] Give em what they want, this what they lookin for Y-O-G, Chadio and hooks from Mighty Ha Hit em with the data once again with buttah hits Peace to Chris Lighty and my peeps Mark Pitts Comin with the buttahs, production Y-O-G Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly Flows by the Gods cause the styles pronto Dayes a do, dayes a do [ Live At The Tunnel Lyrics ]
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