ฟังเพลงEnds

Ends - Everlast

Everything must change.

Ends, some people will rob their mother

For the ends,

rats snitch on one another

For the ends,

sometimes kids get murdered

For the ends,

so before we go any further

I want my ends

I knew this cat named Darrell,

he didn＇t have a dollar

He was Harvard material,

Ivy League scholar

Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.

But now he＇s waiting tables cause

there＇s rent to pay

Companies downsizing,

inflation＇s rising

Can＇t find a job,

he＇s feeling kind of stressed

Doesn＇t even feel the effects

when he says

Forgot to count how many times

he been blessed

So he falls off track,

starts smoking the crack

And once it hits his brain,

it starts to chain react

He sells the shirt off his back,

shoes off his feet

He＇s losing all his teeth,

now he＇s out in the street

And all of sudden he＇s like Jesse James

Trying to stick up kids

for their watches and chains

But he＇s from business school,

and he＇s nervous with the tool

So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool

For the ends,

some people will rob their mother

For the ends,

rats snitch on one another

For the ends,

sometimes kids get murdered

For the ends,

so before we go any further

I knew this chick named Sally,

she had a nice strut

And everywhere that I went,

she was up in the cut

Swinging that butt,

like place your ad here

Only rapped the benz,

and rocked the fly gear

Brand name wearing, champagne waving

Jewels around the neck,

a life style she＇s craving

Ain＇t no saving,

she＇s doing enough spending

If you do the lending,

she＇ll do the bending

Straight machine vending,

it＇s money for tail

Shopping sprees get her on her knees

And if you hit her with keys to your crib,

you acting funny

Come home one day,

find her counting out your money

From the Wetlands,

all the way to the Apollo

If you＇re broke she＇s spittin

and if you＇re rich she might swallow

Ends,

some people will rob their mother

For the ends,

rats snitch on one another

For the ends,

sometimes kids get murdered

For the ends,

so before we go any further

I knew these two homeboys,

that made a lot of noise

Making money on the block,

kids was on they jock

They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run

DMC, they was toting guns

Holdin＇ weight,

goin＇ out of state

Stackin＇ mad chips,

and pushin＇ phat whips

Fly jewels and clothes,

and got no job

And then one dissapeared,

and one got robbed

For the ends,

some people will rob their mother

For the ends,

rats snitch on one another

For the ends,

sometimes kids get murdered

For the ends,

so before we go any further