Представляем точный текст композиции "My Life" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juvenile . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «My Life» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Juvenile передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Juvenile - "My Life"
Lyrics to My Life : (feat. TQ) [TQ harmonizing at the start] [Juvenile] Who the fuck - nigga hittin shots in the truck Hope Im able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked The wodie that Im with, bawlin up like a bitch instead of tryin to retaliate by bustin his shit My leg already fucked up, been playin it bald Now I gotta drive the car too, (') and all Left arm on the steerin wheel, right on the Mac Them niggaz brought it to me raw so Im bringin it back Out the window with it dumb sinnin, but I crashed This boy went straight through window his stupid ass And Im noticin I smell gas Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks What the fuck I did to make niggaz want do me like this Wont be long fore one of the bullets ignite the gas Theyll meet - even the buildings gonna be ash [Chorus 2X: TQ - over harmonizing] My life my life my life my life My life my life my life my life Aint no sunshine til they gone Aint no sunshine til they gone [Juvenile] Ima go on to survive but the story returns After bein treated several months for 3rd degree burns My lil cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin her feelings Hes lookin at a L, swearin no need for a trial Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial Whatchu think the people gon say, when they look at his file Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk I read lips when I pull up, right after I park I hear a nigga say whass happen wo but not from the heart Word gotta be out, a lot of tensions in the air black Your everyday niggaz aint even muchly makin transac If I think about a gun, Ima get ten The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin [Chorus] [Juvenile] Niggaz be knowin them bitches slippin when Im dishin Id rather be locked down in prison than come up missin But that goes to show you how fast the laws work They was peepin with somebody that punished them boys first Dont they know the people still thinkin I sent the hit Id accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit To the police, I sounded like the boy cryin wolf Cause they know I like slangin rice shootin dice with the crooks Everythang in life I accumulated I took Its a neverending episode, my life is a book Im hot, so Im ridin round up in Rock(') Theres a funeral pass, two cops and five limos Man thats one of them niggaz was tryin to snipe me I betcha everybody in that crowd dont like me I should go up in the bitch bustin But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin [Chorus - repeat 2X] [TQ harmonizing] [ My Life Lyrics ]
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