★回訪時看到了一位寓友的一篇文章
裡頭po了宋岳庭的Life's A Struggle的歌詞
我突然想起了一首歌名、詞意類似的歌
Everyday Struggle 歌手是Biggie Smalls
現在把它po上來想獻給
每個因現實生活而無奈、煩惱
為了養家活口每天早出晚歸的朋友們
雖然這首不是原版的曲, 但是
我反而喜歡這帶有點憂鬱的
拉丁、墨西哥風味的嘻哈節奏
一起欣賞吧...
也順便祝各為勞動節快樂★




☆Notorious B.I.G - Everyday Struggle☆


I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they dont know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
Thats why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce
And wish, you wasnt livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s
Cause g-e-d, wasnt b-i-g
I got p-a-i-d, thats why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they dont know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasnt tryin to hear it
Smoking mad newports cause Im due in court
For an assault, that I caught, in bridgeport, new york
Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man



I had the master plan
Im in the caravan on my way to maryland
With my man two-tecs to take over this projects
They call him two-tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, whos next?
I got my honey on the amtrak
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, Im literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see whats up with my peeps
Toyota deal-a-thon had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldnt hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like nino at the carter
Heard tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she wont snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks Ill make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, shell be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true g, thats me, blowing like a bubble;
In the everyday struggle