- dead president是 (Jay-Z dead presidents remix) 歌詞 Straight Fire Gang 直火幫
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- Straight Fire Gang 直火幫 dead president是 (Jay-Z dead presidents remix) 歌詞
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- Zigga:
Boy you gotta stop seeing mistakes till they been made
Stop taking girl to date then put their heart into a cave
Seems naturally, its easy to embrace the misogyny
While its harder to learn from dad, and take responsibility
fake masculinity, face the reality I say
it's the society, so you can pay attention to me
Who doesn't wanna put some promise on a pair of Tiffanys
Who doesn't wanna grow up and live bigger than that jealousy
Who doesn't wanna fuck some bitches while you high on ecstasy
Who doesn't wanna put their enemies down in a cemetry
What I thought already seen it all when I turned eighteen
But I couldn't even handle this woman from Beijing
Saying money isn't everything you gotta be there for her
But if you there you cannot pay the bills it doesn't make it easier for her
You adore her but if you weak for her your weakness is her torture
Your nickel and your quarter, can barely protect her border
All the bullshit come before her, one day she gon have a daughter
You should lower your arrogane to resistance to little hesitance
To reluctance to acceptance on growing up is still relevant
A pedestrian is the last person I ever wanna be
But what's a tree to do with the pain of the falling of its leaves
No punishment for letting go but boy you cannot flee
No thorns on the floor but don't get down on your knees
Don't you see, Ima fighter so I never say peace
Till I got the dead presidents to represent me
Feezy:
I lit a cigarette, smoking,
She got up, put on her earrings,
Watch it burning, then dying
Told me that D was a blessing
I poured her water, sparkling,
Sober up the champagne,
She made it like a hearing,
Every time she's screaming my name
Don't stress but stretch, I took her from the back,
They tryna mimic how I do it, I prove my life like a fact,
Time to collect my cred, you should look at my stats,
From a boy to a man, now we back to back,
Back to when I wrote my first my rap, Feezigga back,
Back to “Tall rich and swag”, now we stack on stack,
So either rap or trap, see me attack, you mad
They call this rec a fad, but I kill it, sit back and laugh
From Shanghai to LA, 我和過去乾杯
The boy ran back stage, now he hit the runway
Life's a race, so I stay, in this game that I rave,
If it's bet, then I raise
If it's a girl, get laid
Heyday, like the city Pompeii, or 陸家嘴
True say, steadily getting paid, what would you say,
What would you say to the boy five years ago,
Who never ever left home , who never know how to smoke,
Who never saw dead president that turn friends to foes,
Who never trust someone such much and then put down by thesehoes,
Who never struggle, and hustle, untill the shirt getting soaked,
What would you tell that boy, I guess we never know, for sure.
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