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Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face while he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
My intuition has said I was suited for family ties
My mama is stressing, my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas ride
Every minute, hour and second. ministers tried
To save me. how I'm gonna listen
When I don't even hear god?
Heaven or hell, base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink
You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga
The same nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I deal with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin
In my eyes homie. stand for something
Or fall for anything, and you working
With two left feet at the skating rink
But anyway, this for my niggas
Uncles, 23 hours sending me pictures
I want you to know that I'm so determined
To blow, that you hear the music
I wrote, hope it get you off death row
You came home to a pocket full of stones
A metro pc phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen, the pen is in
My view. I'mma get it right, just so you:
And I do this for the city
Got some hennessey and my real
Niggas with me
Fuck the police, they gonna have
To come and get me
If it feel good to you
Holler if you hear me
You like to mistake a street nigga for a real nigga
That same nigga that kill with ya, will squeal with ya
I'd like to start it out from the bottom and build with ya
Be on my last dollar and split the bill with ya
I'm 23 with morals and plans of living cordial
Not rich, but wealthy
There's nothing you can tell me
My killings are not remorseful
The city got my back before that, I give them my torso
You think about it, and don't call me lyrical
Cause really I'm just a nigga that's evil and spiritual
I know some rappers using big words
To make their similes curve
My simplest shit be more pivotal
I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals
Worry some individuals that live life critical
So won't you bare witness while I bare feet
So you can walk in my shoes and get to know me
But anyway, this for my pops
On his lunch break, eating in the parking lot
On 'wanna be heard, ' probably thought he worked my nerves
But really he was stressing me, getting what I deserved
Somebody said my name on the radio
He ain't know I was ready for
The world that minute
So the next time he roll up
And drop grams in it, he'll probably be
Out of work, laid back, while he
Humo bien, comer bien, bien en directo
Humo bien, comer bien, bien en directo
Humo bien, comer bien, bien en directo
Humo bien, comer bien, bien en directo
Yo quería ver a la penitenciaría
Way después de primaria
Pensé que era genial para mirar el juez
En la cara mientras me condenó
Ya que mis tíos se institucionalizó
Mi intuición me ha dicho que era el más adecuado para los lazos familiares
Mi mamá está haciendo hincapié, mi papá cansado
Me necesito un arma, andar en estos niggas
Cada minuto, horas y segundos. ministros trataron
Para salvarme. cómo voy a escuchar
Cuando ni siquiera escuchar a Dios?
Cielo o infierno, basar todo en mis instintos
Tengo las manos sucias, que preocupados pelea de barro en su fregadero
Le gusta a confundir un negro calle de verdad negro
El mismo negro que mató con el ya, chilló con ya
Me ocupo de que ya como mi hijo
Mirar el sol y que le busca
En mis ojos homie. representar algo
O se cae para nada, y de trabajo
Con dos pies izquierdos en la pista de patinaje
Pero de todos modos, esto para mi niggas
Tíos, 23 horas el envío de mí imágenes
Quiero que sepas que estoy tan decidida
Para volar, que se escucha la música
Escribí, espero que eso te fuera corredor de la muerte
Viniste a casa
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Kendrick Lamar
Poe Man Dreams
Poe Man Dreams
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face while he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
My intuition has said I was suited for family ties
My mama is stressing, my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas ride
Every minute, hour and second. ministers tried
To save me. how I'm gonna listen
When I don't even hear god?
Heaven or hell, base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your sink
You like to mistake a street nigga for real nigga
The same nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I deal with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin
In my eyes homie. stand for something
Or fall for anything, and you working
With two left feet at the skating rink
But anyway, this for my niggas
Uncles, 23 hours sending me pictures
I want you to know that I'm so determined
To blow, that you hear the music
I wrote, hope it get you off death row
You came home to a pocket full of stones
A metro pc phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen, the pen is in
My view. I'mma get it right, just so you:
And I do this for the city
Got some hennessey and my real
Niggas with me
Fuck the police, they gonna have
To come and get me
If it feel good to you
Holler if you hear me
You like to mistake a street nigga for a real nigga
That same nigga that kill with ya, will squeal with ya
I'd like to start it out from the bottom and build with ya
Be on my last dollar and split the bill with ya
I'm 23 with morals and plans of living cordial
Not rich, but wealthy
There's nothing you can tell me
My killings are not remorseful
The city got my back before that, I give them my torso
You think about it, and don't call me lyrical
Cause really I'm just a nigga that's evil and spiritual
I know some rappers using big words
To make their similes curve
My simplest shit be more pivotal
I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals
Worry some individuals that live life critical
So won't you bare witness while I bare feet
So you can walk in my shoes and get to know me
But anyway, this for my pops
On his lunch break, eating in the parking lot
On 'wanna be heard, ' probably thought he worked my nerves
But really he was stressing me, getting what I deserved
Somebody said my name on the radio
He ain't know I was ready for
The world that minute
So the next time he roll up
And drop grams in it, he'll probably be
Out of work, laid back, while he
Kendrick Lamar
Poe Hombre Dreams
Poe Hombre Dreams
Humo bien, comer bien, bien en directo
Humo bien, comer bien, bien en directo
Humo bien, comer bien, bien en directo
Humo bien, comer bien, bien en directo
Yo quería ver a la penitenciaría
Way después de primaria
Pensé que era genial para mirar el juez
En la cara mientras me condenó
Ya que mis tíos se institucionalizó
Mi intuición me ha dicho que era el más adecuado para los lazos familiares
Mi mamá está haciendo hincapié, mi papá cansado
Me necesito un arma, andar en estos niggas
Cada minuto, horas y segundos. ministros trataron
Para salvarme. cómo voy a escuchar
Cuando ni siquiera escuchar a Dios?
Cielo o infierno, basar todo en mis instintos
Tengo las manos sucias, que preocupados pelea de barro en su fregadero
Le gusta a confundir un negro calle de verdad negro
El mismo negro que mató con el ya, chilló con ya
Me ocupo de que ya como mi hijo
Mirar el sol y que le busca
En mis ojos homie. representar algo
O se cae para nada, y de trabajo
Con dos pies izquierdos en la pista de patinaje
Pero de todos modos, esto para mi niggas
Tíos, 23 horas el envío de mí imágenes
Quiero que sepas que estoy tan decidida
Para volar, que se escucha la música
Escribí, espero que eso te fuera corredor de la muerte
Viniste a casa
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
