翻訳: ブラザーズフォー. 思い出してみて下さい。.
sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot They come like black stallions in the night You see around four or five, that's when
same, but what do we gain by giving you niggas fame? So we let the records show. The forty-four mag'll tag 'em, stack up them niggas who try to compete
when he used to roller skate And now my son is four years old I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role Because these years he'll remember
I guess it's Dinco, Milo, Busta, and Bro! win Four minds of two kinds run one with the sun I love my father, mother, my brother, and the sisters That
your brothers of their props When I rock any facility with artillery like Attila you rap with all filler and I'm sure the crickets and fireflies Don't try
's mother, she trippin, blamin' me And his older brothers, understand, the game it be Kinda topsy turvy, you win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother
you a diabolical astonisher Astronomer because I'm outta the Galaxy Challenge me I will disintegrate your body like a particle Follow you into a corridor at four
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways to die Double em' I lock the glock To pop open up six more (? ? ) Seventeen at the knees Freeze a brother like a holocall
if you try man they shootin suspicious; and got oozies and shit forty-fours and infus; Plans to get ya, leave a nigga they ain't remember, long as he
two three four come on girls get on the floor A come alive, ya'll a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said one two three four
: charli baltimore f/ missjones [charli] Yo, this song is about four people that I loved and I lost Try to feel me, yeah Time flies Still remember all
concert you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you, four
to the four brothers from Compton You're almost there but the FBI has a little message for you Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide Good luck, brothers
can remember I'm a straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo' ass, a 100 miles and runnin' This one goes out to the four brothers
wrote her a note, we ain't close I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four Fours, pull out
doing that? Dr. stewart: please just try to relax; that wasn't me. okay. you're very stressed -- you're very stressed. okay, four, we're relaxing, we
drank the juice and I left {ebony mc} Well I was walking downtown and I saw this whore She had a body like a two by four She came on over, asked for my