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INTERPRÉTATION
K'naan
K'naan
Chant
Chubb Rock
Chubb Rock
Chant
Track & Field
Track & Field
Programmation
Anne Rizzo
Anne Rizzo
Chant
Antonella Quintana
Antonella Quintana
Chant
Caleb Glickman
Caleb Glickman
Chant
Emme Lehmann-Boddicker
Emme Lehmann-Boddicker
Chant
Jessica Cathy
Jessica Cathy
Chant
Leanna Brand
Leanna Brand
Direction d’orchestre
Matt Cappy
Matt Cappy
Trompette
Michael O'Brien
Michael O'Brien
Chant
Rayzak
Rayzak
Chœurs
Tiras Holifield
Tiras Holifield
Chant
Vili Lehmann-Boddicker
Vili Lehmann-Boddicker
Chant
Zoe Merrill
Zoe Merrill
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
K'naan
K'naan
Composition
G. Eaton
G. Eaton
Composition
B. WEST
B. WEST
Composition
Mulatu Astatke
Mulatu Astatke
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Track & Field
Track & Field
Production
Christian Plata
Christian Plata
Ingénierie de prise de son
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jacob Gorski
Jacob Gorski
Ingénierie de prise de son
Joseph Lobato
Joseph Lobato
Ingénierie de prise de son
Junior Legend
Junior Legend
Ingénierie de prise de son
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Nicolas Fournier
Nicolas Fournier
Ingénierie de prise de son
O'Neil
O'Neil
Ingénierie de prise de son
Scott Elgin
Scott Elgin
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Bundle up my whole style is so cold I glow like old guys who go bald My flow got no front in the vocal Your flow got no button it's so old I don't mean to sound like a showboat But it's true my persona's no joke I stepped into some kinda portal I'm legend and sometimes I'm noble I'm from the most risky zone, oh No place is more shifty global More pistols, Russian revolvers We shootin' all that is normal But it ain't just because we want to We ain't got nowhere we can run to Somebody please press the undo They only teach us the things that guns do They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets Rock, you know my era B-boy seasoning, salt-n-pepa Grown and sexy, come with the extra Crushed up linen, fly like Cessna This type brew, I gave it birth Now it's time again to give it a Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia And it goes in the background Playa, that is my sound The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top Pioneer legend and they call me Mr. Rock No B word or N word, I don't need those words Respect for hers The game dried up, so we come with the grease Leadin' ya right and treatin' ya right, so peace They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets Superman is known by the locals As this dude who's so fly it's global Attitude that came outta struggle Destitute but I make it hopeful You real but my real is tenfold My real will make yours a rental Gangsta if at ease, essential Fight with guns or utensils So bold, nothing's confidential Breakfast was not continental And lunch could not compliment all We still become competent souls These streets ain't paved with no gold Matter fact someone stole the light bulb Nobody fat enough for lypo They don't teach us to read and write, so They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets
Writer(s): Gerald Eaton, Brian West, Keinan Warsame Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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