Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - In My Lifetime Vol. 1

How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in?
There`s gotta be them times you`ll be wrong. Nah Mean?
How can a mother fucka go round and hate a nigga
he never even met that he dont even know and shit?
I think this rap shit is all beef

Y`all dont even know every day I`m livin with stress
Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest
Can`t even enjoy myself at a party unless
I`m on the dance floor hot ass vest
You think I`m freakin` these chicks right?
I`try not to brush against they chest
You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped
Swear to everything when I leave this earth
It`s gon` be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
You could try me fucka but when I squeeze it hurts, fine
We`ll lose two lives, yours and mines
Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve
at the funeral parlor drippin` tears on my sleeve
Told the judge didn`t budge it was him or me
and I ain`t trying to be hard but I`m guilty as charged
Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God
And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...Lucky Me

Chorus: Karen Anderson

You only know what you see,
You dont understand what it takes to be me.

I hate all girls with alterior motives
That`s why I`m twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters
Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters
Hear the hate in my voice right? I hate that you noticed
Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own
Hate a nigga like that faggot, get your own
Hate that I can`t roam the street without the clip and chrome
Knowing one day Im`a have to flip, c`mon
You know the shit don`t stop `til the Crist don`t pop
And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don`t lock
I`m trapped the whole worlds against me in fact,
It aint no turning back. Bring It On
Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much
Can I live without y`all niggas saying I floss too much?
Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us
Steady looking for flaws through us.... Lucky Me

Chorus: Karen Anderson, Jay-Z

You only know what you see,
You dont understand what it takes to be me
You only know what you see,
(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain`t gold)
You dont understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I`ve arrived
I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly
But I know any type of success breeds envy
I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me
Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny
But G`s is heaven bound so how I`m gon` receive
Anything y`all pour to the ground next time throw it up
And ain`t nothing changed so even in my afterlife I show it up
Dont grieve for me my art remains
like a dart from the speaker to your heart
Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal
Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life
Though I can`t see past the girls greed to call her wife
Next time your thinking heist better be precise
Cause I`m fully prepared. One of us is gon` leave here
I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow
My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo

Chorus x 4

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - In My Lifetime Vol. 1 How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in? There`s gotta be them times you`ll be wrong. Nah Mean? How can a mother fucka go round and hate a nigga he never even met that he dont even know and shit? I think this rap shit is all beef Y`all dont even know every day I`m livin with stress Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest Can`t even enjoy myself at a party unless I`m on the dance floor hot ass vest You think I`m freakin` these chicks right? I`try not to brush against they chest You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped Swear to everything when I leave this earth It`s gon` be on both feet, never knees in the dirt You could try me fucka but when I squeeze it hurts, fine We`ll lose two lives, yours and mines Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve at the funeral parlor drippin` tears on my sleeve Told the judge didn`t budge it was him or me and I ain`t trying to be hard but I`m guilty as charged Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...Lucky Me Chorus: Karen Anderson You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me. I hate all girls with alterior motives That`s why I`m twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters Hear the hate in my voice right? I hate that you noticed Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own Hate a nigga like that faggot, get your own Hate that I can`t roam the street without the clip and chrome Knowing one day Im`a have to flip, c`mon You know the shit don`t stop `til the Crist don`t pop And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don`t lock I`m trapped the whole worlds against me in fact, It aint no turning back. Bring It On Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much Can I live without y`all niggas saying I floss too much? Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us Steady looking for flaws through us.... Lucky Me Chorus: Karen Anderson, Jay-Z You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me You only know what you see, (Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain`t gold) You dont understand what it takes to be me (And now that I`ve arrived I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold) Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly But I know any type of success breeds envy I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny But G`s is heaven bound so how I`m gon` receive Anything y`all pour to the ground next time throw it up And ain`t nothing changed so even in my afterlife I show it up Dont grieve for me my art remains like a dart from the speaker to your heart Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life Though I can`t see past the girls greed to call her wife Next time your thinking heist better be precise Cause I`m fully prepared. One of us is gon` leave here I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo Chorus x 4 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни In My Lifetime Vol. 1: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2507.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z » Jay-Z - Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) » Jay-Z - Guilty Until Proven Innocent » Jay-Z - It`s Like That (feat. Kid Capri) » Jay-Z - Politics as Usual » Jay-Z - Who You Wit » Jay-Z - Stop » Jay-Z - Intro/A Million And One Questions/Rhyme » Jay-Z - Where Have You Been » Jay-Z - Big Pimpin` (Extended) » Jay-Z - La, La, La (Excuse Me Again) * » Jay-Z - 99 Problems (Corrected) » Jay-Z - Soon You`ll Understand » Jay-Z - Ruler`s Back » Jay-Z - Public Service Announcement (Interlude) » Jay-Z - More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix) » Jay-Z - Early This Morning » Jay-Z - It`s Like That » Jay-Z - Feelin It » Jay-Z - Sunshine » Jay-Z - The R.O.C. Рекомендуем скачать: » Альфред Солянов - В нашем городе, где уборная... » А Панайотов - На краю » Анжелика Варум - Все в твоих руках » Ася Анистратенко - Мастер разлук » Андрей Земсков - Песня в раскате грозы » Александр Розенбаум - Возьми меня на руки, мама » Анжелика Миллер - Здравствуй, милый! » Андрей Коровин - Я знаю » А Апина Б Моисеев - Грешный миг » Андрей Остапенко - Никак не могу распроститься с тобой... » Александр Конопелькин - Виновен? » Аукцыон - Лиза » Александр Городницкий - Свадьба » Алиса, Константин Кинчев - Странный конец... » Андрей Терехов - Над сопками в полнеба плыл закат... » Андрей Леонкин - Все влюбленные смешны... » А Цой - Это ли любовь » Алина Симонова - Сизиф » Алина Симонова - Огонёк – на огонёк » Александр Городницкий - Тридцатые годы
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