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жанры: dancehall, reggae, hip-hop, ragga
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How Much More
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Shaggy
жанры: dancehall, reggae, hip-hop, ragga
альбомы: Boombastic
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Now everyday another youth hitch up in a gutter Now I man talk and I man stutter Can't understand say you fi try and help The youth them make them get big, whatSay how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer? How much more live without bread and butter? How much more body we a go discover Have fi live together every brother and we sister Stop sufferMe say, Jah pan the land a so we live a, so we die Can't find the answer to the question why Me say the sky is the limit, so you try touch the sky Put your trust in the God now, Jah, Rastafari, SelassieHear how me cry and give me a bly Never trouble you so why you want shoot the eye Too much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh my Now feel it inna me heart when a siren a cryHow much more ghetto youth have fi suffer? How much more live without bread and butter? How much more body we a go discover Have fi live together every brother and we sister Stop sufferMe say easy no youth, you love fi shoot Now you deh a prison a suck off, man flute Mama say you brut, you living like a coot Jah, Jah never send no life, pan no parachuteBad company make the I take the wrong route Now you de behind the bar in a crisp stripe suit And everyday another man a try pick dey fruit Now them have you pan them nosel like a brand new recruitHow much more ghetto youth have fi suffer? How much more live without bread and butter? How much more body we a go discover Have fi live together every brother and we sister Stop sufferLike a butter pon a piece of hot bread A so your blood run when a shot lick your head Don't you think it's better living than it is to be dead And in the Bible it is written and so it should be saidThou shall not kill, neither blood must shed And yet still you wouldn't mind full me up the lead And tell me if your conscience no burn you when you go a bed And now you can't sleep, you de a think 'bout the deadSo how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer? How much more live without bread and butter? How much more body we a go discover Have fi live together every brother and we sister Stop sufferLife it rough inna the ghetto Everyday me neighborhood a run like Soweto Over the badness is like you no let go The other day them shot me bredrin in front of EssoTake away him wallet with about twenty peso After them shot him, then dump him over there so And all me a warn is like me never say soHow much more ghetto youth have fi suffer? How much more live without bread and butter? How much more body we a go discover Have fi live together every brother and we sister Stop sufferMe say, Jah pan the land a so we live a, so we die Can't find the answer to the question why Me say the sky is the limit, so you try touch the sky Put your trust in the God now, Jah, Rastafari, SelassieHear how me cry and give me a bly Never trouble you so why you want shoot the eye Too much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh my Now feel it inna me heart when a siren a cryHow much more ghetto youth have fi suffer? How much more live without bread and butter? How much more body we a go discover Have fi live together every brother and we sister Stop sufferMe say easy no youth, you love fi shoot Now you deh a prison a suck off, man flute Mama say you brut, you living like a coot Jah, Jah never send no life, pan no parachuteBad company make the I take the wrong route Now you de behind the bar in a crisp stripe suit And everyday another man a try pick dey fruit Now them have you pan them nosel like a brand new recruitHow much more ghetto youth have fi suffer? How much more live without bread and butter? How much more body we a go discover Have fi live together every brother and we sister Stop sufferLike a butter pon a piece of hot bread A so your blood run when a shot lick your head Don't you think it's better living than it is to be dead And in the Bible it is written and so it should be saidThou shall not kill, neither blood must shed And yet still you wouldn't mind full me up the lead And tell me if your conscience no burn you when you go a bed And now you can't sleep, you de a think 'bout the deadAnd how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer? How much more live without bread and butter? How much more body we a go discover Have fi live together every brother
Это интересно:Шэгги (Shaggy) — сценическое имя Орвилла Ричарда Баррелла (Orville Richard Burrell, род. 22 октября 1968 г.), самого популярного и коммерчески успешного рэгги-исполнителя в промежутке между Бобом Марли и Шоном Полом.Родом с Ямайки, Шэгги вырос в Бруклине и служил в армии во время операции «Буря в пустыне». Демобилизовавшись, он решил использовать свой легко узнаваемый мягкий баритон для записи музыки... продолжение
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