Tayyib Ali — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Dear Lord
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Dear Lord » de Tayyib Ali.
Paroles
Yeah, oh it’s the realest shit
Dear Lord, I want it, so you gotta tell me something
Growing up I was crazy, same streets I lost my mother
And since we talk in public, I can’t tell you about my brother
But I guess he thought them niggas couldn’t touch him
Yo, can I live without struggle
When we was fourteen, we stopped going to school
Rapping on days off, trapping on days off
One day I’ll make it to New York in time
But until then, I’m on my grind, niggas dying and shit
Still got my old chucks on the wire and shit
Sometimes I cry for a bit, but then my homie told me it was life
Same night I got goals so I’m trying play the game right
I’m a star and I know it, soul in the dirt
But when I’m hurt, man I still don’t show it Even though what mattered to me it will never change actually
It will only make me a man
Yo it’s easy to do the same thing with both your people’s in jail
And that’s the reason you ain’t have to be in at 12
And all the things I’m doing now, I’m doing it well
Cause if I stay here, I’ll be dead or in jail for real!
Hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yo, if I keep my faith in God, I can shine when the time come
The grind got me nation wide like Verizon
I know some niggas put their future right behind them
Crystal right besides them, never worry about the outcome
Now the jail cell is where some of them reside in I can’t do that shit
No pussy, no weed, no studio
I’m hella serious, I know I sound goofy, though
But this the story of my life, I grew up where some don’t make it And the skinny niggas pack guns, stick it in their arms
Nightmares on the floor, woke up early in the morn
I’m feelin like it’s fourth and long
On the field, the disadvantages, told my niggas, they don’t understand this shit
I inspire people, I’m try win a Grammy with
Crooked letter, swear I’m on some David Banner shit
I just hope I see the day that I understand this shit!
Hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Traduction des paroles
Mais c'est l'histoire de ma vie, j'ai grandi là où certains ne le font pas et les négros maigres emballent des fusils, le collent dans leurs bras
Cauchemars sur le sol, se sont réveillés tôt le matin
J'ai l'impression que c'est la quatrième et longue
Sur le terrain, les inconvénients, dit à mes niggas, ils ne comprennent pas cette merde
J'inspire les gens, j'essaie de gagner un Grammy avec
Lettre tordue, jure que je suis sur une merde de David Banner
J'espère juste que je verrai le jour où je comprendrai cette merde!
Hustle tout le temps, juste essayer de le faire correctement (toute la nuit)
Je prie Dieu que nous allons le faire à travers la nuit (d'accord)
Je dois tirer le meilleur parti de la vie
Obtenez - le pour pas cher, ou payer le prix (droit)
Ouais, hustle tout le temps, juste essayer de faire les choses correctement (toute la nuit)
Je prie Dieu que nous allons le faire à travers la nuit (d'accord)
Je dois tirer le meilleur parti de la vie
Obtenez - le pour pas cher, ou payer le prix (droit)