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Текст песни Young Gunz - Life We Chose

Young Gunz - Life We Chose слова песни




(featuring Denim)[Intro: Young Chris]Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huhUh, Young Gunnas, Chris and NeefIt`s real shitNorth of Death, home of PhillyUh, chea uh[Verse 1: Young Chris]Lights is gettin` dimmerNights gettin` colderLost three of my soldiersLife feel like it`s overUnloadin` there`s somethin` in my wayThey`ll never take me aliveI got somethin` on the wayI`ma survive I`ma try to do straightTry to make it alive, be around for that due dateBut it`s hard, niggaz hatin` em hardThat loss hurt to the heartBut still they say it`s they fault, we blame y`allNigga how, nigga pleaseIt`s still on babyTell them niggaz had they still off safetyWhat about them other fake dudes that he grew up witElementary middle school up witMan them niggaz was there ain`t move yetI`m startin` to think they had somethin` to do wit itI used to think them niggaz was scaredIt`s lookin` a little shaky nowNiggaz happy his little brother`s laughin`, his mother hate me now[Chorus: Denim]Even though it hurts some daysThis is the game we chose to playNot everything in life is gold but it will be okayNow a bullet ain`t got no aimAnd y`all know bullets ain`t got no nameBut this is the life we choseAnd it will never change[Verse 2: Neef]Everyday we reminisce about that three day tripSame night that we left, got a call you hitThought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flippedGot a call from my peaches found out where you was hitThree hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inchesYou don`t know how much you miss him, bullshittin` in the kitchenNinety percent fist fights leadin` to them slammersBut lil` Drake ain`t understand until one of them niggaz vanishThis rap shit is crazy but believe me I`ma tryWhether happened or not homie I got lil` fiveAnd with the real ones I`ma slice my piesAs you would of wanted, man I`m so sick to my stomachThat you ain`t around enjoyin` the fruits of our laborsShit`s about to get major, and these niggaz really hate usAround for nothin` givin` me teeth and palmsMan I don`t pay `em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know[Chorus][Verse 3: Young Chris]I`m peaches that`s where you can reach usCook out every other til` they took a nigga brotherLove ya like a brother so I try to take ya brotherAnd he be on some other shit, I be tryin` to tell `em manI seen how you feelHe had intentions on killin` my big brotherJust to let me see how he feelTellin` me his life over fuckin` copsThey know they after, run before they catch him he got people to killThat boy crazy, he got people for realHe gone wind up layin` somewhere peaceful for realLike he the only one goin` through the painLike his mom and our peaches ain`t goin` through the sameCool one minute, then he goin` through a changeI don`t need that around, keep the heaters aroundJust like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the townSo I separate myself, I look better wit myself[Repeat Chorus]

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