Текст, перевод и аккорды “Bedtime Story”
- [Intro: AZ & {Son}] Amar, Amar, c'mon {Yeah Dad, what?} Hope you did your homework already {I did that already, c'mon Dad} Nah, it's time to go to.. {C'mon listen..} What happened? {I was at school today I said AZ's my daddy, they said, "Jay-Z? Nas?"} What, what? {Tell me the story again?} Ok, ok Aight, this is how it went down, here we go.. [Verse One: AZ] We talkin' a few years before you even appeared I was into my little gear Yeah - weed and my beer Hustlin' out of fear, fear of bein' a square Like them cowards with no gear They just breathin' the air Son, clear, but didn't realize life ain't fair with one drive-by, it could end your life right there Though I'm a fly guy, from then, tied my Nikes, like chea Fuck the world we can fight right here, I don't scare From beer, no more nightmares here, not a tear I was straighter than the white man's hair Met Nasir, had that hype that jeer Like a kite, threw me a mic I took flight right there, chea Rap wise I was nice I swear went fool with the jewels, even iced my ears New school, I was cool, wore righteous wears But from the door they didn't like that there, I ain't care As long as I left the china white right there And understood that you could change a life through prayer But it's all good, police even politely stared It was unreal, but still now it feels slightly weird I was spared, gave love, taught my peers Though it was rough, never gave up, fought my fears Now it's like "what?" I'm G'ed up, awesome glare Entertainer from the streets with a sportsman's flair [Outro: AZ & {Son} There, that's good enough for you? {Dad, Dad, what's "G'ed up?"} Listen man, don't worry about that now, just go to sleep {Ok, ok} I'll tell you that later on.. but you know what? {What, what what?} I got one more quick story to tell you {Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah} Maybe you could take this story, and tell your friends at school this one: [Verse Three: AZ] Heeeeere we go! Out the gate, he who hate - himself ain't straight he a snake, he the type who send himself upstate catch a case for a plate He ain't have to take, he coulda Played it safe, said his grace and ate but it's fate, when a person makes certain mistakes What a waste, how the world.. [Fades...]
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