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Текст песни A - Hard Times

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[Chorus]The struggle lives hard times, we do or dieMy whole crews fly hands high to the skySo maintain son elevate try to buildBut now youre still cuz incarceration is for realYeah son you know its onNow who would be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and catch a fistI show no mercy if you irk meI got physical that alert me when some herb tried to jerk meOr put the squeeze on it, break down the cipherBut it wont work, were tight like the Q-Tip in the fightNow is you insane is your brain intactWe be official when it comes to this no B.S. rapHere comes the lyrical, aerial raid right where you rest at Now test thatI snatch your heart right through your chest blackGettin ill thoughts when I sleep at nightI gotta maintain, blot the blood stains on my brain>From the clappin, we can make it happen Remember you aint a killer, you only rappinI hate it, rappers overexaggeratinAnd never shot a gun in they life, they only masterbatinSo come clean and keep it real if you like my soundAnd wave your hands in the air and put the nines down[Chorus: 2X]Brothas fought daily in the streets, we reek havocOn every block someones flippin like an acrobatIm kinda young but I still gotta hold my ownAnd Ima maintain whats mine till the day I’m grownI keep my crew up, people say I got a gangBut I dont smoke I dont shoot and my crew dont slangWe just hang tryin to get up in this rap gameSo I can gain so fame and build my crews nameRollin with juvenile thugs wit bad grades and bad waysWho woulda thought that I had some AIDSDream totes and aspirationsBrothas are tired of being broke so maybe thats why they free-basingWastin time doing nothingLivin like an outcast gotta get up get out and get something[Chorus: 2X]Look into my eyes see if you can see what I can seeIn my reality the whole world is after meSchemin on the key but yo I got this locked downMe and lost and found comin out the undergroundTakin no prisoners my listeners we keep it realMy thoughts are militant, when Im in the killin fieldClick click, my minds automatic, so wheres the staticI got some joints up in my attic if you wanna grab itI form a cipher where my peace brothers dont sleep You try to creep I guarantee thats when you feel the heatI come correct in this rap gameRappers act insaneMeanwhile Im blowin the mic an back in the frameThey cant see me, they cant feel the real GI represent, commercial rap will never kill me[Chorus: 4X]

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