Common — The Neighborhood tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "The Neighborhood", wykonawca: Common.
Tekst piosenki
Thousand lives ago
We were young and we didn’t know
We were trading our crowns for our souls
Made the sacrifice
Headed back to the light
But be careful don’t drown in the gold
I know it glows but it’s cold
I’m from the other side of town
Out of bounds
To anybody who don’t live around
I never learned to share or how to care
I never had no teachings about being fair
Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Black Stones?
And Four Corner Hustlers, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The concrete matrix, street organizations
They gave violations, hood public relations
It was the basics to get big faces
Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustles was the taste makers and trend setters
They the ones that fed us hopin' that the feds don’t get us The era of Reagan, the terror of Bush
Crack babies, momma’s a push, we were the products of Bush
I’m wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci
A bad ho to do me, you heard of flukey?
Stokes it was folks and coke and dope
Fiends choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope
Rare jewels of a generation
Diamonds, blind enough so real shit we facin'
Forties wasted on seats, Dion makin' the beats
When they air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat
I could break it down like whatever you need
He squinted his face and rolled the weed
You know they don’t see sometimes
That in the neighborhood
It’s the exact same thing
It’s the same thing over and over again
Feel me?
Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?
Folly boy, O block, eastside
Where it ain’t no conversation they just let them heats ride
Can’t nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'?
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign
I’ve been out there three days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind
I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasin' paper
Where I come from ain’t no hope if you was claimin' that was major
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', grammy raised us No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, that’s real shit
Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I’m still with
Better watch out for that jump shot cause they will hit
Hungry take your shorty lunchbox, and won’t feel shit
I came from a place where it’s basic but you won’t make it Feds buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
You ain’t never seen the shit that I seen
Coming inbound
Forty six minutes from 3:55
Jim Bryant’s twenty eight out, thirty two in Lake Shore Drive’s heavy south
North Avenue to Chicago, jammed north through Grant Park
Tri State heavy south to the Bensenville Bridge and St. Charles to the
Stevenson Ramp
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Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Thousand lives ago
We were young and we didn ' t know
Wymienialiśmy nasze korony za nasze dusze.
Made the sacrifice
"Heading back to the light"
Ale uważaj nie utonąć w złocie
I know it glows but it ' s cold
Jestem z drugiej strony miasta.
Out of bounds
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I never learned to share or how to care
Nigdy nie miałem żadnych Nauk o byciu sprawiedliwym.
Słyszałeś kiedyś o Czarnym Kamieniu wokół czarnych kamieni?
I Four Corner Hustlers, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The concrete matrix, street organizations
/ Align = "left" /
To były podstawy, żeby mieć wielkie twarze.
Trzymaj się z dala od spraw, złych lasek, dobrych łask
The hustles was the taste makers and trend setters
To oni karmili nas nadzieją, że federalni nie doprowadzą nas do ery Reagana, terroru Busha.
Crack babies, momma ' s a push, we were the products of Bush
I 'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci
Kiepska z Ciebie dziwka, słyszałeś o flukey ' u?
Stokes to byli ludzie, koka i prochy.
/ Align = "left" /
Rare jewels of a generation
Diamonds, blind enough so real shit we facin'
Czterdziestki zmarnowane na miejscach, Dion makin ' the beats
/ Kiedy puszczają to na imprezach, / uciekamy przed upałem.
Mogę to złamać jak cokolwiek potrzebujesz
Mrugnął twarzą i zwijał trawę.
Wiesz, że czasem nie widzą.
That in the neighborhood
To dokładnie to samo.
Ciągle to samo.
Czaisz?
Słyszałeś kiedyś o no limit, 300, 600?
Folly boy, o block, eastside
Where it ain ' t no conversation they just let them heats ride
Nikt nie może powstrzymać przemocy, Dlaczego moje miasto wciąż kłamie?
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying
/ Align = "left" / Linear
Byłem tam trzy dni i zostałem postrzelony trzy razy.
Czułem się, jakby każda kula mnie trafiła, gdy wylatują z każdej dziewiątki.
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind
Wiem, że hejterzy chcą mnie klaskać, patrzeć jak kostnica mnie łapie, ale mogą mnie złapać później, byłem cool, goniąc za papierem
Where I come from Ain 't no hope if you was claimin' that was major
Mała Chata, duża rodzina, mama pracowała, babcia wychowywała nas bez jedzenia w lodówce, ja bzykałem, ciągnąłem kapary, to prawdziwe gówno.
Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I ' m still with
Lepiej uważaj na ten rzut bo oni uderzą
Głodny weź swój mały lunch i nic nie poczuje.
Pochodzę z miejsca, gdzie to jest podstawowe, ale nie zrobicie z tego federalnych budujących sprawy, sędziów, którzy rasistowscy i pełni nienawiści.
You ain ' t never seen the shit that I seen
/ Align = "left" /
"Forty six minutes" - 3:55
Jim Bryant 's 28 out, 32 in Lake Shore Drive' s heavy south
North Avenue do Chicago, na północ przez Grant Park
Tri State heavy south to the Bensenville Bridge and St. Charles to the
Rampa Stevensona
Get traffic and weather together on the 8 ' s every 10 minutes on News Radio,
780 i 105,9 FM