Justin Bieber rappa Dear Mama di Tupac a Cannes (Video)

Justin Bieber si dà al rap. Ne sentivamo il bisogno?


Justin Bieber adora far parlare di sé. Nel bene e nel male. Il divo del pop è in questi giorni al Festival di Cannes ma il suo interesse più che dalle pellicole in concorso, sembra essere stato catalizzato dai locali notturni della Croisette. E, in un certo senso, come dargli torto? Il cantante, a cui l'ex fidanzata Selena Gomez ha appena dato il benservito per via dei suoi troppi tradimenti, si è palesato sabato sera al Gotha Club e la nottata ha preso una piega del tutto imprevista. In altre parole, si è messo a rappare.

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Justin, rigorosamente a petto nudo, si è fatto portare un microfono mentre nel locale riecheggiavano le note di Dear Mama, storica hit di Tupac. E poi si è lanciato nella reinterpretazione di qualche verso del brano, faticando un po' a restare al passo con il ritmo della canzone. E vogliamo stupircene? No, decisamente no.

Non è la prima volta che l'ex bimbetto prodigio della musica mondiale si lancia in "cover" destinate a far discutere. Vi ricordate, ad esempio, della sua versione di Fade to Black dei Metallica? La band sembrava aver apprezzato lo sforzo di Justin pronunciando la famigerata frase Sì, siamo Beliebers che fece storcere il naso a molti dei loro fan.

Sia come sia, se volete dimostrare ad amici e parenti di essere più bravi di Bieber nella difficile arte del rap, vi riportiamo qui di seguito il testo di Dear Mama di Tupac. Siete pronti a sfidare il buon vecchio Justin? Toglietevi la maglia e cominciate a rappare!

Tupac - Dear Mama

When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old, kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school and scared to go home, I was a fool
With the big boys breaking all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years
We was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddies, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary, hey
I'd see the penitentiary one day?
And running from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it
There's no way I can pay you back, but the plan
Is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Lady, don'tcha know we love ya? (Dear mama)
Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated)
Sweet lady, don'tcha know we love ya?

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was looking for a father he was gone
I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin'
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause even though I sell rocks
It feels good putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when the rent's due
I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you coming home after work late
You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
You just working with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin'
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back, but my plan
Is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Pour out some liquor and I reminisce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act crazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if you hold on
It's a struggle every day, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back, but my plan
Is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

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