Ghetto Angels-NoCap

[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