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Go To Sleep - Eminem/DMX.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Obie Trice/Earl Simmons/Shatek King
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Obie Trice/Earl Simmons/Shatek King
[00:09.39]I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
[00:11.03]Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
[00:13.75]And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
[00:16.69]Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
[00:19.67]For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
[00:21.48]Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
[00:24.30]As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
[00:27.40]Coming to terms, where we can agree
[00:29.36]There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me
[00:31.89]You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais
[00:34.61]So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
[00:37.14]You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
[00:39.95]And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
[00:42.47]A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
[00:45.15]And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself
[00:47.62]I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
[00:50.40]Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
[00:54.05]When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
[00:56.83]We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
[00:59.61]When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
[01:02.29]Come on, b***h, show me, pick me up, throw me
[01:04.93]Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
[01:07.51]You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
[01:10.04]I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!
[01:12.76]Now go to sleep, b***h!
[01:14.32]Die, mother****er, die! Ugh, time's up, b***h, close ya eye
[01:17.83]
[01:19.34]Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?
[01:23.09]
[01:24.56]Die mother****er die, bye, bye, mother****er, bye, bye!
[01:28.60]Go to sleep, b***h! (what?)
[01:30.52]Why are you still alive? Why, die mother****er, ah, ah, ah...
[01:34.00]Go to sleep, b***h!
[01:35.12]We got you ******, nervous
[01:36.28]On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not emcees, you'se worthless
[01:40.93]You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
[01:44.77]You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
[01:49.23]You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
[01:52.67]We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
[01:55.50]You **** with a label overseeing the Earth
[01:58.18]Shady **********, O. Trice's birth
[02:00.40]And as I mold, I become a curse
[02:03.39]So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
[02:06.07]C**k and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
[02:09.66]Depicts fiction in his verse
[02:11.53]And as I breathe, and you be deceased
[02:14.10]The world beieve, you deceived just to speak
[02:16.73]You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
[02:19.47]Use not your chest, b***h, use a vest
[02:22.00]Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
[02:24.77]Six feet deep, b***h, that's the depth
[02:49.24]Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
[02:52.04]I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
[02:54.72]Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
[02:57.60]Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet
[03:00.23]Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
[03:02.71] shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
[03:05.48]But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
[03:07.87]Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
[03:10.60]He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite
[03:13.19]Tried to show him the dog shit , it's dog for life
[03:15.81]Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight DMX
[03:18.39]Cuz it's all good, it's all right
[03:21.33]Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
[03:24.11]Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sack
[03:26.60]Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
[03:29.17]Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?
[03:56.31]All you mother****ers! take that!
[03:59.48]Here, take this too, b***h! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo
[04:06.63]We're killin all you mother****ers dead, all you!
[04:09.84]Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
[04:15.75]Rot, mother****ers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, b***h, in the mother****ing dirt!
[04:22.61]Die nameless, b***h, die nameless! No more fame!
[04:28.48]
[04:33.14]
文本歌词
作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Obie Trice/Earl Simmons/Shatek King
作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Obie Trice/Earl Simmons/Shatek King
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, b***h, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!
Now go to sleep, b***h!
Die, mother****er, die! Ugh, time's up, b***h, close ya eye
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?
Die mother****er die, bye, bye, mother****er, bye, bye!
Go to sleep, b***h! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die mother****er, ah, ah, ah...
Go to sleep, b***h!
We got you ******, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not emcees, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You **** with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady **********, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
C**k and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world beieve, you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
Use not your chest, b***h, use a vest
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, b***h, that's the depth
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite
Tried to show him the dog shit , it's dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight DMX
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sack
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?
All you mother****ers! take that!
Here, take this too, b***h! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo
We're killin all you mother****ers dead, all you!
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
Rot, mother****ers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, b***h, in the mother****ing dirt!
Die nameless, b***h, die nameless! No more fame!