Представляем точный текст композиции "The Verdict" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juvenile . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Verdict» — 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 - "The Verdict"
Lyrics to The Verdict : (feat. Akon) [Chorus: Akon] See Im a Show You How To Break It Down, (Believe That) Game Changed And Im Forced To Face It Now, (Believe That) Fake Niggas Spreading Like Fables Now, (Fake Niggas) Think They Hard Cause They Made A Little Paper Now (Better Believe That) Walk Around With Gats And Shankers Now, (Uh-Huh) Its Funny How They All Wanna Be Gangstas Now, (Please Believe This) But You Would Know It When I Walk Up On You Slowly Gripping My Nine, (You Gon Know) Cause Thats When Its Over, (You Gon Know Nigga) [Verse 1: Juvenile] Everybody For They Self, So Its Just Me Against The World I Try To Swallow My Pride, But I Think Im Ready To Hurl Steady Tellin My Girl To Be Patient, Dont Lick For Me He Told Her Everything, Got Her Full With A Sick Stomach In The Hallway, Looking For It All Day, Nothing In The Projects, Going To The Parkway (Parkway) I Put My Niggas On, Them Niggas Put They Niggas On, I Got Caught Up In Holla Back, Them Niggas Did Me Wrong Had Me Like Damn Thats How It Is' Cant Even Get A Zone' Had Me Felling Like It Was On, On The Telephone The Heat Is On, In These Streets Your Alone, Let Me See If Your Still Rolling When Your People Are Gone [Chorus] [Verse 2: Akon] (Hey) Im Not Your Play Toy, (Uh-Huh) Im Not Your Homeboy, (Uh-Huh) Im Not Your Fake, Dumb, Your Real' Boy (Uh-Huh) Im Not That Phony Nigga, (Uh-Huh) Catching' Nigga, (Uh-Huh) That All About A Bitch, Aint About His Money Nigga (Uh-Huh) Im Trying Get It Here, (Uh-Huh) Fuck With', (Uh-Huh) Hate The Circumstances That A Nigga Livin In, Really Wouldnt Wanna Walk Up On Your Ass Slowly Gripping My Nine, Cause Thats When Its Over (Hey) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juvenile] Im In Tha Coupe Sitting Low, Phone Powered Off, I Made Enough Money Today, Im "Gon Shop It Off Caught An Exit, Hit The Shell, Told Em Pop It Off Grab The Tropicana Juice So I Could Pop It Off I Stay Sharp, I Aint Trippin Like A Lot Of Yall Feet Lookin Nice In The Product, Little Or Lot Of Draws Bitches Lookin At Me All, But They Aint Watching Yall, You Better Stop, Cause Nigga You Are Not God I Get It Out A Broad, I Am Not A Fraud, But Double Up Your Charge, You See The Credit Cards, I Hope You Got A Heavy Toy, I Hope You Ready For It, A Million Dollars, And Every Ward Bout To Set It Off [Chorus] [ The Verdict Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Juvenile. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «The Verdict» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «The Verdict» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.