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Rain (Explicit)
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出演艺人
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
表演者
Rell
Rell
表演者
Noé
Noé
表演者
Starr
Starr
表演者
Ron Browz
Ron Browz
表演者
作曲和作词
Joseph Jones
Joseph Jones
作曲
Rondell Turner
Rondell Turner
作曲
Gerell Gaddis
Gerell Gaddis
作曲
Duane Bridgeford
Duane Bridgeford
作曲
制作和工程
Ron Browz
Ron Browz
制作人
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Eric "Ibo" Butler
录音工程师
Narima Miller
Narima Miller
其他制作人
Michael Mikowski
Michael Mikowski
助理工程师
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
母带工程师

歌詞

Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain You couldn't understand how much the pain weight So in the hood we love the rainy days 'Cause sub constantly we know the sun's coming We love the winter 'cause we know the summers coming Remember I got locked the same night my son was coming All I could do is pray that they don't take me away And Lord knows I have the angel's on my side They search the car, I had the hammer in my ride A miracle on flat bush avenue I still made it back to say push when she was having you A newer version, a younger me I want him to go to school and raise him up gun free I swear some places I don't want him to be And I swear some things I don't want him to see But new booty, daddy loves you truly So the nights you don't see me, you know daddy's on his duty Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain What's a poor man's pickle? Survive threw the poor Pull a truck upfront and drive threw the store Had to be a felon, hated being proper Read the book of life and satin was the author Still I was the colperate rather be in rikers The bugger had my baby momma running threw them diapers All for that shitting and all them pampers Grandma layed up with all of that cancer Lid paint flaking constantly chipping Mama with that dark rum constantly sipping I vow to my name a bad transmission For getting in the game that's a bad transition One flick, one night I'm ally ally outsin' free For getting you a place with a G A couple heavy shots I'ma newer man ready Go and get paper the hustler with the confetti, I'm ready Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain I can truly understand How life can drain all the passion from a man With just one chance it can change his circumstance And get that money, baby, get that money, babe Let's get this money, baby, yeah Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain
Writer(s): Rondell Turner, Joseph Jones, Unknown Splits, Duane Bridgeford, Wilbur Gaddis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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