Z-RO — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson How Does It Feel
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « How Does It Feel » de Z-RO.
Paroles
How does it feel, when they don’t believe anything you say
Always, got to show and prove yourself every single day
Man this ain’t living, nothing but drama all through the week
And if they don’t respect my words, why they want me to speak
I’m feeling worse, even though I put my family first
I’m shedding tears cause I feel as if I’m headed to the dirt
Ghetto on me, stressed out my mama buried ain’t dead
Ain’t got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head
Have you ever told a lie to make the drama stop
Watch the world you love turn against you no more family problems
How does it feel to be the black sheep, how does it feel to Victimized yourself for one time and evermore after the g And focus on the dresser bad, liquor approaching fast
Sitting around, waiting on death to come, watching time pass
My life, my life, falls under the wicked and shife
I wonder where I got to sleep tonight, my nigga, how does it feel
When you can’t make the pain stop
Walking in the rain so your tears can blend in with the rain drops
When your kin people done turned they back
Every family that I know is just like that, my nigga how does it feel
I could of sworn I wasn’t the only person on this earth
But it seems, that I’ve been one deep ever since the day of my birth
I’m sick and tired of being lonely in this crooked land, people think
I’m tripping cause of my facial expressions but they don’t understand
24 years old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure out
Who was the friend, who was the foes, you know it’s bout to drive me crazy
Mama, tell Jesus I can’t handle the pressure, look at The way they do me down here, my vision is Z-Ro on the stretcher
Can’t I breed in peace, won’t y’all leave me alone
Like Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home
Bout a Mo City block, a place that ain’t no glocks, and it ain’t no sin
No longer watching my back for the retaliation
How does it feel to wish that you was dead, I can
Answer that cause many of nights my pistol’s to my head
But I’m so scared, my life, my life, 360 degrees
Of being neglected stressing enemies, my nigga, how does it feel
How does it feel, when these busters try to take your life
Lord knows I don’t want to pull my 45
But see I’ma survive, nigga don’t make me use my tool
Get some of that bomb green from Tom 'fore I lose my cool
How can I make to it to the top I’m like a crab in a bucket
It got me hostile, I see my pistol grab it and bust it Nigga get off me, I don’t love nan one of y’all
I’m coming forward you pen and killing every one of y’all
Call me ceaser, get em while they sleeping, I’m grim reaping
Bust and never saw me coming left him with his blood seeping
I’m a soldier, recognize the signs of the time
It seems it’s kill or be killed up in this stony life of mine
Can you feel it, when it’s hard to rub against a real nigga
How does it feel, to see my blood spill my nigga
My life, my life, feel like I’m running out of time
Till it’s over catch me running with my nine, how does it feel
Traduction des paroles
Ne plus regarder mon dos pour les représailles
Qu'est-ce que ça fait de souhaiter que tu sois mort, je peux
Réponse qui cause beaucoup de nuits mon pistolet est à la tête
Mais je suis tellement peur, ma vie, ma vie, 360 degrés
D'être négligé en soulignant les ennemis, mon nigga, comment ça se sent
Comment ça se sent, quand ces busters essaient de prendre votre vie
Dieu sait que je ne veux pas tirer mon 45
Mais je vais survivre, mec ne me force pas à utiliser mon outil
Obtenez un peu de cette bombe verte de Tom ' fore I lose my cool
Comment puis je faire pour le haut je suis comme un crabe dans un seau
Il m'a hostile, je vois mon pistolet saisir et le buste Nigga me descendre, je n'aime pas nan un de vous tous
Je vous présente pen et vous tue tous
Appelez-moi ceaser, obtenez-les pendant qu'ils dorment, je suis grim reaping
Bust et ne m'a jamais vu venir l'a laissé avec son sang suintant
Je suis un soldat, reconnaître les signes du temps
On dirait que c'est tuer ou être tué dans ma vie pierreuse
Pouvez-vous le sentir, quand il est difficile de frotter contre un vrai négro
Ça fait quoi de voir mon sang couler mon négro
Ma vie, ma vie, j'ai l'impression de manquer de temps
Jusqu'à ce que ce soit fini me prendre en cours d'exécution avec mon neuf, comment ça se sent