Перевод песни Kanye West – Crack Music
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la How we stop the black panthers? Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer You hear that? What Jill Scott was hearin When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin. Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland We invested in that it's like we got Merril-Lynched And we been hangin from the same tree ever since Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it, sell it The fiends cop it Nowadays they cant tell if that's that good shit We ain't sure man Put the CD on your toungue yeah, thats pure man. From the place where the fathers gone, The mothers is hardly home And the... Gonna lock us up in «Audy Home» How the Mexicans say we just tryin to party homes They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam Who gave Saddam anthrax? George Bush got the answers Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical, Am and Hammer baking soda Raised they own «a Writin when our soldiers ran for the stove cuz-- Cuz dreams of being 'Hova went from bein a brokeman ta bein a dopeman Ta bein a president look theres hope man This that inspiration for tha mos and tha folks man, Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin. And this is the soundtrack, This tha type of music you make when you round that-- Crack music nigga, That real black music nigga. That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la God-how could you let this happen, happen, happen, happen, happen, happen? La-la-la That's that crack music, crack music That real black music, black music La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la That's that crack music, crack music, that real black music, black music Our father, give us this day our daily bread... give us these days and take our daily bread, See I done did all this ole bullshit And to attone I throw a little somethin, somethin on the pulpit. We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit And what we gave back was crack music And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies So our mammas aint got to be they cooks and nannies And we gonna repo everything they ever took from granny Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammys This dark diction has become America's addiction those who ain't even black use it.