Brotha Lynch Hung — Deep Down 가사 및 번역
이 페이지에는 Brotha Lynch Hung의 노래 "Deep Down"의 가사 및 한국어 번역이 포함되어 있습니다.
가사
Yeah I could load a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc’s told me homie make them tapes
And keep that 24 block alive
But if I feel I’m in need, I got’s to ride
Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a side
Man it’s the night-mare, creepin up in the cut
I’m hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter what
The things I’ve seen’ll make ya throw up Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank
Where I’m from that’s how ya grow up Man it’s that wicked and 9 millimeter
Carrier bein stereo-typed daily
Ya got’s to feel me, foo it’s that baby
Killas run around everyday that’s why I’m strapped
Ya heard it I got my own back-fade
Out into the 'lac and hit the city of Sac
Them homies given me that
But you got them fools that want a foe then
They wonderin why I’m carryin me a 12 gauge pump
Man I ain’t no punk
The average everyday thug that’s how it sounds
I’m defendin myself, and loadin that mili
And leaving em layin
Deep down, there’s a place for hope
I guess it’s hard to explain why I’m feelin how I’m feelin
I guess I’m feelin sorrow cus my homies got some stealin
And foos would say that it’s my fault I bet
See cus I wasn’t strapped yo, but I can’t fuck my set
How could I know that them foos would blast?
Later on, on my folks
It’s funny how this bangin’s got its different strokes
I think about my loccs and how they made it Though I’m stressin from the fact
They gotta suffer from a bullet hole
And Mr. Doctor just don’t have hope locc
It’s only been a month, since my last down partner got smoked
And rivals is deep, up in my city foo
Since I’m on the underground team, I can’t have no peace
My life is tore up so I guess I’m stuck
Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I’m turnin it up To get drunk, then I post up on the street
While I say to myself, for the block
Homie rest in peace
They say that ain’t the way to handle that type funk
But now I’m loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt
Just cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up
What that mean, I can’t ride?
Why G’s up in my face, I’m bout to help them ride
I keep a low pro, drink the 4−0
And lounge until it’s time to go Shinin up the forty-fo
Rollin up the boogey-boo, indo
And hopin if I should die, before I’m high
That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
I got them homies from the south-side givin it up and
Them homies from the east-side slangin that stuff and
I’m right up in the middle tryin to hang on and
Tryin not to end up like them niggas doin time in the pen
But then again
I’m down for when the homies is ready to roll em up You know, stick in a dark-blue cut
And as I’m creepin through ya set
Trip, don’t get caught up, shot up The gardenblock locc’s, man we leave em layin
가사 번역
하지만 지금은 나가 loadin 까지 스트랩,담배에는 무뚝뚝한
그냥 매춘 업 걸려 고스 플래그 업입니다
못 타다니 무슨 소리야?
내 얼굴에 왜,나는 그들이 탈 수 있도록 도와 줄거야
나는 낮은 프로를 유지 4-0 을 마시는
그리고 그것이 마흔 포를 샤인 갈 시간까지 라운지
굴려 부기부,인도
그리고 만약 내가 죽어야 한다면,내가 약에 취하기 전에 호핀
50 파운드나 되는 초콜릿 타이에 묻었다고
남측에서 온 불량 소년들이 있는데
동측 속엉어에게서 그(것)들 불량 소년 그 재료 그리고
난 지금 가운데서 기다리려고 하는데
펜으로 시간을 보내는 깜둥이들처럼 굴지 마
하지만 다시
나는 불량 소년 당신이 알고 롤업 할 준비가되면 아래로 해요,어두운 파란색 컷에 스틱
그리고 나는 야 세트를 통해 섬뜩한 해요
트립,잡히지 말고,gardenblock locc's 를 쏴라,layin 을 남겨 두자