Ghetto Angels - NoCap.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Kobe Crawford/Julius McCormack/Brandon Casey/Melvin Curtis Coleman
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kobe Crawford/Julius McCormack/Brandon Casey/Melvin Curtis Coleman
[00:02.000] 制作人 : Juse Dayne
[00:23.650]Yeah, didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me
[00:27.156]Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies
[00:30.397]Nobody really know how he feels
[00:33.647]I always thought that you would be here
[00:36.899]Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
[00:39.906]I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
[00:43.155]Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
[00:46.411]I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
[00:49.657]It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up
[00:52.652]It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
[00:56.147]I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
[00:58.900]Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
[01:02.653]Yeah, why did you leave?
[01:05.402]If you was here, how would it be?
[01:08.908]Oh, whoa
[01:11.404]I'm protected by these ghetto angels (yeah)
[01:15.157]Oh, whoa
[01:17.649]I'm protected by the hood gangsters
[01:20.403]Yeah
[01:21.156]Tell me, Slim, how did you die by yourself?
[01:24.407]The paramedics sittin', watchin' you melt
[01:26.904]You was probably tryna catch a sale
[01:30.153]Damn, you should've stayed in jail
[01:32.909]Yeah
[01:34.658]This rap shit been ****in' with my ego
[01:37.158]How the **** I couldn't save 'em? I'm neighborhood hero
[01:39.908]Your main homie actin' strange, I'm tryna know what he know
[01:53.847]And it's crazy, we 'posed to took Duke to the graveyard to see Fred
[01:57.097]Phone ring a hour later, damn Cap, Duke dead
[01:59.846]I guess since we didn't take him, he went to the graveyard to see Fred on his own, damn
[02:05.778]I been takin' drugs 'til I feel the effect
[02:08.528]I really miss my dawgs like some missin' pets, yeah
[02:11.781]Made it out the hood, way more than blessed
[02:15.030]Don't say you feel my pain, it's way more than stress, yeah
[02:18.289]I can swipe for bodies with my credit, yeah
[02:21.032]Fred took 17 like JJ Red**k
[02:24.277]Yeah, my music for the streets, so **** a Grammy
[02:27.280]Tubes and breathing machines how I see my granny
[02:43.279]Didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me
[02:46.274]Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies
[02:49.524]Nobody really know how he feels
[02:52.531]I always thought that you would be here
[02:55.783]Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
[02:59.033]I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
[03:02.028]Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
[03:05.281]I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
[03:08.776]It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up
[03:11.782]It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
[03:15.031]I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
[03:18.027]Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
[03:21.534]Yeah, why did you leave?
[03:24.274]If you was here, how would it be?
[03:27.780]Oh, whoa
[03:30.277]I'm protected by these ghetto angels (yeah)
[03:34.025]Oh, whoa
[03:36.779]I'm protected by the hood gangsters