50 Cent "My life" paroles

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My life

My life, my lifeMakes me wanna run awayThere's no place to goNo place to goAll the confusionIt's an illusion like a movieGot nowhere to goNowhere to run and hideNo matter how hard I try

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]Yeah, 03, I went from back filthy to filthy richMan, the emotions change so I can never trust a bitchI tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spitRight in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dickNow when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shitCause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hitsI'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learnedIf money is evil look at all the evil I done earnedI'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighterEntrepeneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me manueverWhat's it to ya? The track I lace it, it's better than basicThis is my recovery, my comeback, kid

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[Verse 2: Eminem]While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavyI was in the fucking sheds sharpening my macheteSipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds readyTo wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgettingThought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginningHe's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offendingHe'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in theMotherfucking wall with 3000 volts of electricityNow take the other end of them then plug them, motherfuckers in eachOne of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally fucking seeThat'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to meI done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shitFuck letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against meFeels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening againI'm thinking about just saying"Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!"Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I goI swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knowsI'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm more trappedAnd I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrapThis is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisisChrist, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?Feels like I'm going psycho againAnd I might just blow my lidShit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kidCause I'm running in circles with

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[Verse 3: 50 Cent]I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kidSold like 40 million records, people forgot what I didMaybe this is for me, maybeMaybe I'm supposed to go crazyMaybe I'll do it 3 AM in the morning like ShadyPsycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighterTry to say this ain't classic, get your ass kicked mad quickWrap your head up in plastic, pussyNow pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggotsIt's tragic, it's sad it'sNever gonna end, now we number one againWith that frown on your face, and your heart full of hateAccept it, respect itThis a gift, God-given, like the air in the lungsOf every fucking thing livin'

Moj život

Moj život, moj životNatera me da pobegnemNemam gde otićiNemam gde otićiSva zbunjenostJe iluzija poput filmaNemam gde otićiNemam gde pobeći i sakriti seBez obzira koliko se trudio

Da, 03, Išao sam od prljavo do prljavo bogatogČoveče, emocije se smenjaju tako da nikako ne mogu verovati toj ku*iPokušao sam pomoći crnčugama, a oni se okrenu i pljunuMe točno u lice, zato Game i Buck, oboje mogu popušiti ku*acSada kada ih čuješ može zvučati kao da je to neko drugo sra*eJer više ne pišem, oni ne prave hitoveDaleko sam od savršenstva, toliko sam lekcija naučioAko je novac zlo pogledaj svo zlo koje sam zaradioRadim ono što bih trebao, pisac sam, borac samPreduzetnik, svež iz kanalizacije, gledaj me kako upravljamŠta je to za tebe? Bolje je od osnovaOvo je moj oporavak, moj povratak, dete

Moj život, moj životNatera me da pobegnemNemam gde otićiNemam gde otićiSva zbunjenostJe iluzija poput filmaNemam gde otićiNemam gde pobeći i sakriti seBez obzira koliko se trudio

Dok si pio svoju vlastitu pomoć svoje teško zujanjeJa sam bio u svojoj prokletoj šupi oštrio svoju mačetuPio malo tog osvetničkog soka, pripremao svoje okusne pupoljkeZa vuka niz ove špagete, ili da kažem čak ovi špageti?Mislim da vi proklete ćufte, nastavljate zaboravljatiMislio sam da je gotov, je*ač, to je samo početakOn opet gnjavi, ravno davi, je*ote koga vređaIsparaće ti glasne žice i uključiće ih uJe*eni zid sa 3000 volti strujeSada uzmi njihov drugi kraj i uključi ih svaki posebno uSvoje je*ene očne šupljine jer sam mislio da ćeš napokon moći videtiTo će te naučiti da ideš na muzičko, boli me ku*ac za tvoj mišljenjeGotov sam sa davanjem svoje krvi, svog znoja i suza u ovom sra*uNa kraju ćeš požaliti što si se ikada kladio protiv meneOsećam se kao da ću planuti svaki tren, da, ponovno se događaMislim da samo kažem'Je*o sve koji su u ovome sra*u, osim 50!'Jer ovo je sve što znam, ovo je zašto je toliko teško otićiKunem se Bogom uneo sam dušu i srce u ovo i više nego što iko znaZarobljen sam, pa sve što ću raditi je repati, ali svaki put kada repujem još više sam zarobljenI izrepam se ravno u ovaj mehurić, oh oh, pretpostavljam da je to mehurić omotan plastikomOvo je kao začarani krug, moj život je u kriziIsuse, kako sam znao da će išta ispasi kako je?Osećam se kao da ludim ponovnoI mogao bih si samo razneti kapakSra*e, skoro poželim da se nikada nisam oporavio, deteJer trčim u krugovima sa

Moj život, moj životNatera me da pobegnemNemam gde otićiNemam gde otićiSva zbunjenostJe iluzija poput filmaNemam gde otićiNemam gde pobeći i sakriti seBez obzira koliko se trudio

Od kada sam bio dete nisam bio ovoliko zbunjenProdao 40 miliona ploča, ljudi su zaboravili šta sam napravioMožda je ovo za mene, moždaMožda bih trebao poludetiMožda ću to napraviti u 3 ujutro kao ShadyPsiho ubica, Michael Myers, gorim kao upaljačPokušaj reći da ovo nije klasik, prebiću te brzo i ludoZamotaj glavu u plastiku, macoSada podigni kovčeg, prljavštinu s ličinkeTragično je, tužno jeNikada neće završiti, sada smo opet prviSa tim mrštenjem na tvom licu, i srcem punim mržnjePrihvati to, poštuj toOvo je poklon, Bogom dan, kao vazduh u plućimaOd svih je*enih živih bića

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