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Текст песни Gambino Family f C-Murder, Mia X - Trapped in a Storm

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[C-Murder]I`m trapped in a stormy deathand I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivorI`m trapped in a stormy deathand I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivor[Mia X]for 40 days and 40 nights400 summers, we been waitin for the lightand the thunder from the stormraining blood from the bodies of souljaswho fell prey to the earth`snew side and the more of americaland of the so-called freebut still in times there still a time when superiorityminorities, like me, called home the ghettofamily tree, seeds, was spreadin lives like genocideintended to grow, and spread hatred, amongst the hoodwhen black boys and girls were made to feel our race was no goodmisunderstood, its educated and a ready to courseoften playahated by the government and the police forcesaccept the forces, the routine practice,but what chall gonna do, when the black chick tries to mack thiscause, god`s children, will never be denied,and until we cried, identified, we come strapped when we ride[P`heno]moma`s trapped in a storm, trying to find a way out,the feelings within, we need to lie bout the whereaboutkeepin my pistol, cause shit`s wicked in this land of hell,soulja`s before me they represented what we all felt,running the streets, my forty-five, i keep it fully teched,me and my niggas, we thug driven, carrying smith and wessen`sbitches they doubt me, but they mock me, try to prop me,thug til i die, don`t make this motherfucker stop me,chasing for cheddar, who gives a fuck about the weatherrollin with killas, cuz TRU niggas stick together, birds of a feathermoney making, and pistol huggin, start bustin,these shady bitches, i can`t be trusted, no time for rustin`,fuck my bitches why should i change, deep in this gamei remain, to be the same nigga pushin cain,on these streets a lot of niggas die young,that`s why i`m livin every day like it`s my last one,trapped in a storm...[C-Murder]I`m trapped in a stormy deathand I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivorI`m trapped in a stormy deathand I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivorI`m trapped in a stormy deathbut I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivorI`m trapped in a stormy deathand I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivor[Gotti]Nigga i be trapped in a storm, and my ghetto`s been aprestedgot me under attack, that`s why i`m wearin a vestthis game, it`s got me stressed, this a target on blacksand this blind ass govern never gave a shitbustin plugs with the gun pride i getslord tell me if i`m next for deathand these cops wont` be having no beef to my backbitches claimin war and wantin me to go to war with Iraqwhen the war on my community got the cemetery`s packed, with blacksmy momma looking like she`s bout to fall and crack,bitches about in this world got me guns and strappedthe way i live in hard times nigga, rhymes and gatsand my society`s the same, the racist actsthe politicians, never open but the jails is openand i`m hopin when i die, that i`m high,you can look into the eyes, of a thug nigga,and forgive me for the drug dealing,but i was born in sinning, the sinning gone,gotti, threw up a dome, lord protect me from home,trapped in a storm[C-Murder]and I`ma struggle til my last breath, I`m a survivornow how many times i gotta see my young breeders pleadthey got me throwing bows like Apollo Creedi`m living, like an outlaw, outkast,in the world where everbody wearin a ski maski can`t trust no nigga, or no bitch,my enemies try to kill me to get richi survive by using drug dealing tacticsa nigga post bail, i went to jail, that`s totin automaticsi`d rather, get caught with it then without it,that`s what soulja slim said, cuz no limit niggas bout it, bout itthis ghetto livin got us hungry, like parasitesI`m livin the street life, my boy died in gun fightthey got me drownin in the pouring rain, it`s a damn shamehow a black man, kill a black manlook it nigga, i`m a rider, i ride with g`s,and i`m trapped in a storm with my enemies...I`m trapped in a stormy deathand I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivorI`m trapped in a stormy deathand I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivorI`m trapped in a stormy deathand I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivorI`m trapped in a stormy deathand I`ma struggle til my last breath... I`m a survivor

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