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Dizzee Rascal
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Get By
作詞:Dylan Kwabena Mills
To each and every kind (London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto) Every ghetto frame of mind (Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto) To each and every kind (Leeds ghetto, Liverpool ghetto) Every ghetto frame of mind (UK ghetto, East London ghetto)
To each of every kind (North London ghetto, West London ghetto) With a ghetto frame of mind (South London ghetto) To each and every kind It's rasket, with a ghetto frame of mind Look yo
We grew up in the ghetto, were summer times short Straight action, you don't stop for a thought Most use crime as the way to pay the bills The unlucky ones end up getting caught We grew up in the ghetto, were the going gets rough Our money's been around, but it's never been enough Most ain't given no choice but to hustle Sum break down when the going gets tough
Deep in the mind, there's all kinds of different people Minorities still struggle to be equal So many characters, for main tacks The good, the bad, the ugly, and the evil Deep in the manna where the poverty's visible There's not a lot sweet, so most look miserable Most cave in to the devil, took the wrong path Sum kept their faith, and still pray for a miracle
Sucker stars emerge from the curb Upper coming MCs struggle to be heard Boy then, they searchin' for the next Chile bird 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Fuck, talk, murder and they live by there word Shoters keep the money going round Kids go astray, most never get found I've noticed, there's a ghetto in every town And the skies are empty, 'cuz the stars are on the ground
Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, asking myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by
We grew up in the ghetto, saw real life pain Real life struggle, with real life strain Real life kiddies, with real life guns And real life muvas loose, real life sons Gang wars irrupting on the dark Flore seasons Beef after beef, just to be the top geezers Big arm slash, hit the Stratford bricks Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps
What's that all about, I ask my self before I swing More time, I'm beefing ova any little fing Beef in any area, region of tha vicinity My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to hostility To mah bredrins locked up, to mah young baby muvas Each and every crew and color, ghetto sistas and brudas If you know you from the slums, keep repping no doubt Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out
Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, asking myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by
Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry Look up at the sky, get by
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