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young guns - sun don't shine كلمات الأغنية

[freeway]
yeah…for my street n-ggas

[hook – girl singing (oschino)]
the sun never shines in the ghetto
it always rains in the hood
heavy metals ring in the ghetto
everybody moves ‘caine in the hood (everybody move them things)
this for my n-ggas who stay in the ghetto (to my n-ggas stay in the ghetto)

it’s lots of shine in the ghetto
too many haters in the hood (too hard, n-ggas be hatin)
gotta watch what you doin
the ghetto only cop black shine in the hood (freeway, young gunz)
this for my n-ggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto (oschino)

[verse one: oschino]
yo we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack
when the cops pull up we gotta swallow the crack
all my n-ggas did time like geronimo pratt
see the benz like d-mn, what model is that
oschino, the n-gga who was locked in a cage
n-ggas clockin my style like flavor flave
f-ck gettin the source award, or gettin five mics
i’m happy just gettin my daughter a pink bike
a roof over her head and some barbie skates
it’s plenty of nights man, i hardly ate
i’m from where the summers dangerous, the winters is cold
and b-tches pop van x’s like birth control
i got b-tches on death row, stuck with a cell number
so close to jesus they got his cell number
the ghetto is trife, this is my life
how many rappers you know been down for murder twice?

[verse two: neef]
yo what up wit ch’all n-ggas
what it look like?
throw it in the pot, see if the sh-t cook right
we can get it down, see if it bubble white or brown
take it to the town and break my youngin’s down
it’s doin good, business is lookin fine
get ’em for 20, but maybe 29
youngin out on his grind, youngin poppin ’em nine’s
i’m a juvenile delinquent, youngin was doin time
cause judge reynold’s left it up to my mom (what else?)
and i was thinkin like, d-mn ain’t that crazy?
but mom duke’s can’t live without her baaaby
i’m back home, thrity eight strong, out on my own
thinkin, get it wit chrome
f-ck makin them songs, but my mind right now
and this rap sh-t be my grind right now (now…now…)

[hook – girl singing]
the sun never shines in the ghetto
it always rains in the hood
heavy metals ring in the ghetto
everybody moves cain in the hood
this for my n-ggas who stay in the ghetto

it’s lots of shine in the ghetto
too many haters in the hood
gotta watch what you doin
the ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
this for my n-ggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto

[verse three: young chris]
you wanna sh-t on? i’m on your boy like the narc’s on ’em
you ever heard a n-gga’s lawyer scared to talk for him?
creep in the dark on him, the led bark on him
i’m on his head til the fed’s spread chalk for him
that’s how we do it dawg, these the last days
yeah i had my bad days, i been through it ch’all
but i grew back (grew back)
got my groove back (groove back)
that’s how we do in trainin, c-ckin them two’s back
same dudes namin’, givin up news
gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news
it’s f-cked up what that pressure’ll do
and you don’t wanna f-ck up when they questionin you
lecturin you, tryin to get sh-t up outta you
crucial beatdowns til the b-tch come up outta you
cris come up outta you, dough that ain’t right to do
put that dough and get your body viewed

[verse four: freeway]
let me get five for twenty, or seven for thrity
that sh-t that you hear in the ghetto
they don’t care in the hood
cop four twenties and seven thirties
then n-ggas disappear from the ghetto
get sn-tched from the hood
feds grab ’em, and some get put in the dirt
some live in grime, good with the work
stick up kids get hit with the nine
but the funeral parlor good with embalming fluid
good with the hearst
some n-ggas don’t even grind
but still make a stack every other night, good with the dice
so it don’t even matter, get hungry in the hood
miss low is sharp with the platters, good with the rice
and her daughter’s just like her
shootouts, they stash my guns, and i got away good with the knifes
the end of the nights, stash my ones
cause i’m good with the rocks, the smokers good with pipes

[hook]

- young guns

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