Bản dịch: Nine Days. Road You Go Down.
of where, of where I want to be The road to go down, down, down, down, down, down, down That road that you go down That road that you go down Hey! What you
where, of where I want to be The road to go down, down, down, down, down, down, down That road that you go down That road that you go down Hey! What you
it ain't nowhere to turn to (When you stuck shit outta luck) (And ain't got no hustle to make that buck dog) Could you tell me where you run to (When the road you
on, thinking you fresh trying to impress Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead Ponytail swaying, she hot Standing like she bull legged, but she not You remember the days
No where to go down these dead end roads I tried to flee, just to free my soul It's a sanction, which way to go I don't know(I don't know) I tried the
s what they called it anyway By the back door because if you Wanted to go outside you'd usually need it Everything's green most of the time except in winter When you
me get down and just relax We gettin' down y'all We gettin' down y'all We gettin' down like this We gettin' down y'all We gettin' down Like this, ha
that, you gotta play this Telling school you ain't saying that, you gotta say this You can't wear that, you gotta wear this Well, hear this, I'll go in
Wrong" Downin? beers out of my tree, now the moment?s passed The cash is a distant memory You know things are bleak when you?re tellin? the birds you
bubbling nice and easy Cuz how i get down, how i get down.... Dis is how craig gets down x 5 u chose Yoo, But she know dat She's so hot you can't even
's like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong path Tryin to road block the road to riches If you got somethin, maintain what you go left 'cause
talkin' about we got the old school flavor and the new school flavor Somethin' new from the LB fam I'm the local Starsky and I want you, you and you to
a hurry there's no need to worry i'll give you what you need only if you want it ha what you doing later on? can i call you on the phone damn i tried
, dice tumblin' I drop down the road, tryin' to get that pot of gold Still out in the field, mobbin' with Sean and Smoke Nine times, nine to five, I'm troop servin' Nine, you
Get over it, get over it You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave You fuckin' slave, you
enquire Don't you see yon broad, broad road That lies across the lily leaven? That is the road to wickedness Though some call it the road to heaven Don't you
