Official Music Video
Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Take the bass line out
Uh-huh, Jigga
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Let it bump though
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
From standing on the corners, bopping
To driving some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
From dropping some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
Fleeing the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggas know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me, mama, rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, you must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it 50/50, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter, nigga, Volume 2
Y'all niggas get ready!
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
I flow for those 'dro'ed out
All my niggas locked down in the 10 by four, controlling the house
We live in hard knocks
We don't take over, we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back
Daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishing, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see your vision, mama
I put my money on the long shots
All my ballers that's born to clock
Know I'ma be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot
Sleeping on futons and cots to King Size
Green machines, to green 5s
I've seen pies, let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down type Braille
I'm tight grill with the phony
Rappers, y'all might feel we homies
I'm like, "Still, y'all don't know me."
Shit, I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving
I'm tryna murder everything moving – feel me?
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Got a lotta beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling is still inside of me, and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it 'til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, etched your name out
Put Jigga on top and dropped albums non-stop for ya, nigga!
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) by JAY-Z
Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)* (original JAY-Z)
Take the bass line out
Uh-huh, Jigga
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Let it bump though
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
From standing on the corners, bopping
To driving some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
From dropping some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
Fleeing the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggas know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me, mama, rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, you must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it 50/50, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter, nigga, Volume 2
Y'all niggas get ready!
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
I flow for those 'dro'ed out
All my niggas locked down in the 10 by four, controlling the house
We live in hard knocks
We don't take over, we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back
Daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishing, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see your vision, mama
I put my money on the long shots
All my ballers that's born to clock
Know I'ma be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot
Sleeping on futons and cots to King Size
Green machines, to green 5s
I've seen pies, let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down type Braille
I'm tight grill with the phony
Rappers, y'all might feel we homies
I'm like, "Still, y'all don't know me."
Shit, I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving
I'm tryna murder everything moving – feel me?
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Got a lotta beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling is still inside of me, and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it 'til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, etched your name out
Put Jigga on top and dropped albums non-stop for ya, nigga!
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Quita la línea de bajo
Ajá, Jigga
Ajá, ajá, ajá, sí
Que suene fuerte, eso sí
Es la vida dura para nosotros
Es la vida dura para nosotros
En vez de tratados, nos engañan
En vez de besos, nos patean
¡Es la vida dura!
De estar en las esquinas, bailando
A conducir algunos de los coches más calientes que Nueva York ha visto
De soltar algunos de los versos más calientes que el rap ha oído
Del punto de droga, con la Glock humeante
Huyendo de la escena del crimen, me conoces bien
De pesadillas de una celda solitaria, mi único infierno
¿Pero desde cuándo ustedes, negros, me conocen por fallar? Ni de coña
¿Dónde están todos mis negros con las empuñaduras de goma, disparando?
Y si estás conmigo, mami, tócate los pechos, y lo que sea
Soy de la escuela de la vida dura, no debes
Dejar que los de fuera violen nuestros bloques y mi plan
Asaltemos el mundo y dividámoslo 50/50, ajá
Tomemos el dinero y sigamos bien chulos, ajá
Y beber el Cris' y emborracharse
Fluir infinitamente como la memoria de mi negro Biggie, ¡nena!
Sabes que es un infierno cuando aparezco
La vida y obra de Shawn Carter, negro, Volumen 2
¡Ustedes, negros, prepárense!
Es la vida dura para nosotros
Es la vida dura para nosotros
En vez de tratados, nos engañan
En vez de besos, nos patean
¡Es la vida dura!
Fluyo para los que están drogados
Todos mis negros encerrados en el 10 por cuatro, controlando la casa
Vivimos en golpes duros
No tomamos el control, pedimos prestados bloques
Quémalos y puedes recuperarlos
Papi, prefiero eso
Fluyo para las chicas que desean no tener que desnudarse para pagar la matrícula
Veo tu visión, mami
Apuesto mi dinero a los tiros largos
Todos mis jugadores nacidos para ganar
Saben que estaré en la cima, actúe o no
Pasé de tibio a caliente
De dormir en futones y catres a King Size
Máquinas verdes, a billetes de cinco verdes
He visto pasteles, dejo que lo que hay entre mis ojos analice los males de la vida
Luego lo escribo tipo Braille
Soy duro con los falsos
Raperos, quizás sientan que somos amigos
Yo digo: "Aun así, ustedes no me conocen."
Mierda, soy duro cuando mi situación no mejora
Intento asesinar todo lo que se mueve – ¿me entiendes?
Es la vida dura para nosotros
Es la vida dura para nosotros
En vez de tratados, nos engañan
En vez de besos, nos patean
¡Es la vida dura!
Es la vida dura para nosotros
Es la vida dura para nosotros
En vez de tratados, nos engañan
En vez de besos, nos patean
¡Es la vida dura!
No sé dormir, tengo que comer, mantenerme alerta
Tengo muchos problemas, así que lógicamente, cazo a mis enemigos
El ajetreo sigue dentro de mí, y en cuanto al progreso
Te costaría mucho encontrar otro rapero tan bueno como yo
Les di profecía en mi primer tema, y ustedes se acobardaron
No lo apreciaron realmente hasta que salió el segundo
Así que extendí el juego, borré tu nombre
Puse a Jigga en la cima y lancé álbumes sin parar para ti, ¡negro!
Es la vida dura para nosotros
Es la vida dura para nosotros
En vez de tratados, nos engañan
En vez de besos, nos patean
¡Es la vida dura!
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