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点击复制June 7th - Jay-Z
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Ooh ooh ooh
You've been slight
My son was born on June 7th
Weighing in at four pounds and twelve ounces
He is my only child
You've been slight
And I knew he was best of all a brilliance
Oh this is I'm all be heard
Ooh ooh ooh
Fire see girl this is that
More may love through
They say they never really miss you
'Til you dead or you gone
So on that note I'm leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way
Hold on
I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Siccamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At 10 pounds when I was born
I didn't give her no pain
Although through the years I gave her her fair share
I gave her first real scare
I made up for birth when I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose
I ain't perfect I care
But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear
Now I'm just scratching the surface
Cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school got good grades
Could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside
That would raise when confronted
Hold on
My son was very outgoing growing up
And he was always into music
But one year for his birthday
All he wanting was a walk man
And I trying call to worse take
From that day on
I knew I lost my son day apart
Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match
The pain of my pop not seeing me so
With that distain in my Membrain
Got on my pimp game
F**k the world
My defense came
Then the haven introduced me to the game
Spanish José introduced me to cane
I'm a hustler now
My gear is in
And I'm in the in crowd
And all the wavey light skinned girls is loving me now
My self esteem went through the roof man
I got my swag
Got a vocal from this girl
When her man got bagged
Plus I hit my momma with cash
From a show what I had
Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jaz wack a**
I'm getting ahead of myself
By the way I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will say about my rap career
'Til 96 came n**gas I'm here
Good bye
My son use to sit in the living room
Listening to all of my old records
And he even to went out
And bought out more old records
You've been slight
One summer he saved his money
And bought an empty C two thousands
Good bye to the game all the spoils
The adrenaline rush
Your blood boils you in a spot
Knowing cops could rush
And you in a drop your so easy to touch
No two days are alike
Except the first and fifteenth pretty much
And trust is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up
And a drought can define a man
When the well dries up
You learn to work the water without working
Of thirst you'll die yup
And n**gas get tied up for product
And little brothers ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got em
And this was the stress I live with
Till I decided to try this rap sh*t for a living
I pray I'm forgiven
For every bad decision I made
Every sister I played
Cause I'm still paranoid to this day
And it's nobody fault
I made the decisions I made
This is the life I chose
Or rather the life that chose me
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to
Ooh ooh ooh