LRC歌词下载
[00:00.00] 作词 : Harrow, Jason[00:00.00] 作曲 : Harrow, Jason[00:00.00] [ Intro] Yeah, it's[00:22.35]Mr. Kardinal[00:23.40]Yeah, Black[00:28.53]Jays! Oh what? [Verse][00:33.96]Yo, all the shuckin' and jivin' is over[00:36.42]I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder[00:38.37]Your home boys told ya, flip your flows[00:40.68]I fold, you can fertilize with the[00:42.09]BS they sold ya[00:43.47]I need papers for the style that[00:45.03]I loaned ya[00:45.51]Everybody's talkin' about they gettin' busy, why don't ya?[00:48.12]Weak players in the game steady gettin' over[00:50.37]I'm one of a kind, like side gills on a[00:52.35]Rover First name[00:53.49]Jay, but ain't similar to[00:54.72]Hova My buzz is like rum mixed with[00:56.67]Coca Cola[00:57.54]My shine is incredible, versus a solar[00:59.97]I'm sick like a seven-day-strain of[01:01.77]Ebola I'm here![01:03.15]Yeah, bitch! [Hook x2] (One more time[01:07.77]No doubt, when we on the block[01:09.24]Because my bitch came ready to rock, boy [Verse[01:21.90]Step heavy like a lion through the jungle[01:24.00]I'm lyin' if[01:24.63]I told you that[01:25.26]I wasn't raised humble[01:26.40]I'm tryin', but[01:27.06]I stumble,[01:27.69]I try not to mumble[01:28.80]So you can hear it loud stupid (Let's get ready to rumble)[01:31.80]I'll serve you son, like[01:32.85]I'm supposed to[01:33.63]The only way[01:34.23]I'm bi, is when[01:34.83]I'm flyin' bicoastal[01:36.06]Or buyin' fly wears,[01:37.08]Nike Airs like most do[01:38.40]I'm hotter, than the hotter, than the hotter,[01:40.05]I'll roast you[01:40.92]Got a good habit of doin' what you won't do[01:43.56]Stop playin' girl, you know[01:44.79]I ain't phoned you[01:45.69]Check one of them suckers, you know that they want you[01:47.97]I'm loco with the vocals, most dudes just local[01:50.40]I'm here![01:56.49]Yeah, bitch! [ Hook x2 ] [Verse[02:09.42]Yo, rudeboys move in silence[02:12.30]Don't want to hustle until they hear sirens[02:14.43]I'm tryin' to be inspirin'[02:16.02]But my 6'4\", 220 has a lot of them kids perspirin' 'Nuff dudes firin', too many gettin' shot So swallow your pride, bitch, check whoever is hirin' The paper gangstas is who I'm admirin' Those who get paper alive, and still smilin' Y'all stay wildin', I'm tryin' to go the mile and I'm rough enough to break New York from Long Island If you a big man, why you actin' like a child? Pick up the pace, and put down the crack vial I'm here! Yeah, bitch! [ Hook x2
