[00:00.000] 作词 : 伊森
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 伊森
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 伊森
[00:11.880]Dark nights, city lights, street fight vibes,
[00:14.730]Grinding till dawn, paper chasing our lives.
[00:17.730]Philosopher's stonehidden'neath the black hood,
[00:20.340]Real talk, no filters,tell'emwhat's good.
[00:23.400]Fast cars, cigars, trading scars at the bar,
[00:26.460]Hustlers move quick, shadow- boxing with the stars.
[00:29.160]Gold teeth and pure grit, never take a defeat,
[00:32.460]Pavement's the stage and the crowd fills the street.
[00:35.100]Ojos negros, pierce through the smog and smoke,
[00:37.980]Survival of the fittest, no room for a broke.
[00:40.920]Legends in the making, rising through the ash,
[00:44.040]Kings from the gutter,'bout to make a splash.
[00:58.320]Knuckles bruised, tattoos,life's a constant feud,
[01:01.860]Don't need a suit, just the right attitude.
[01:04.590]Back- alley deals, fate sealed with a glance,
[01:07.230]One wrong move, son,ain't no second chance.
[01:10.380]Dark corners whisper secrets in tongues,
[01:13.290]Labyrinth of life, serpents among the young.
[01:16.020]Wolves howl in the pack, never stray from the course,
[01:19.200]Power's in the blood, raw, with no remorse.
[01:21.960]Ojos negros, pierce through the smog and smoke,
[01:24.870]Survival of the fittest, no room for a broke.
[01:27.810]Legends in the making, rising through the ash,
[01:30.930]Kings from the gutter,'bout to make a splash.

作词 : 伊森
作曲 : 伊森
编曲 : 伊森
Dark nights, city lights, street fight vibes,
Grinding till dawn, paper chasing our lives.
Philosopher's stonehidden'neath the black hood,
Real talk, no filters,tell'emwhat's good.
Fast cars, cigars, trading scars at the bar,
Hustlers move quick, shadow- boxing with the stars.
Gold teeth and pure grit, never take a defeat,
Pavement's the stage and the crowd fills the street.
Ojos negros, pierce through the smog and smoke,
Survival of the fittest, no room for a broke.
Legends in the making, rising through the ash,
Kings from the gutter,'bout to make a splash.
Knuckles bruised, tattoos,life's a constant feud,
Don't need a suit, just the right attitude.
Back- alley deals, fate sealed with a glance,
One wrong move, son,ain't no second chance.
Dark corners whisper secrets in tongues,
Labyrinth of life, serpents among the young.
Wolves howl in the pack, never stray from the course,
Power's in the blood, raw, with no remorse.
Ojos negros, pierce through the smog and smoke,
Survival of the fittest, no room for a broke.
Legends in the making, rising through the ash,
Kings from the gutter,'bout to make a splash.