Текст песни NOW THAT\'S WHAT I CALL MUSIC! - Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)
NOW THAT\'S WHAT I CALL MUSIC! - Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) слова песни
Текст песни NOW THAT\'S WHAT I CALL MUSIC! - Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)
[Jay-Z]Check the bassline out, uh-huhJigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahhLet it bump though[";Annie"; sample]It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for usIt's the hard knock life, for us!!( )Steada treated, we get trickedSteada kisses, we get kickedIt's the hard knock life!![Jay-Z]From standin on the corners boppinto drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seenFor droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heardFrom the dope spot, with the smoke Glockfleein the murder scene, you know me wellfrom nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hellBut since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck nawWhere all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shotsAnd if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-notI'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must notlet outsiders violate our blocks, and my plotlet's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huhLet's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huhAnd sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissyFlow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!You know it's hell when I come throughThe life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready[";Annie"; sample]It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!!Steada treated, we get trickedSteada kisses, we get kickedIt's the hard knock life!![Jay-Z]I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggaz locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the houseWe live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocksBurn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather thatI flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay tuitionI see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshotsAll my ballers that's born to clockNow I'ma be on top whether I perform or notI went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cotsto King Size, dream machines, the green fivesI've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's illsThen I put it down type braileI'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homiesI'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit!I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvinI'm tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?![";Annie"; sample]It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!!Steada treated, we get trickedSteada kisses, we get kickedIt's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!!Steada treated, we get tricked