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Motown 25 - Royce Da 5'9"/Elzhi.lrc

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[00:31.89]I end careers, years
[00:32.83]Pierce ears fierce with spears
[00:34.33]They say I'm gifted
[00:35.30]Get lifted like the beers in Cheers
[00:36.90]Catch a thunder bolt
[00:38.10]Pockets stay lump from hundred notes
[00:39.80]Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat
[00:42.15]Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
[00:43.97]It feel as ill
[00:45.07]As concealing drills in the knee caps
[00:46.77]Your funny style get three snaps
[00:48.25]In the circle when off the purple and greens
[00:50.50]I'm higher than the jeans on Erkel
[00:52.20]Then I murk you
[00:53.21]Bust tecs, the lead sparking now who be my next head target
[00:55.76]I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet
[00:58.20]Say my name three times in the mirror and if I hear you
[01:00.91]I'll appear clearer
[01:01.90]Extend both arms and pull you nearer
[01:03.71]Pound for pound
[01:04.67]I'm, pretty live on the mic
[01:05.76]And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25
[01:08.61]Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
[01:11.72]I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
[01:13.92]Grin is sarcastic
[01:15.28]The way my pen'll spark acid on the bar
[01:17.38]Whether in the crib or the car, blast it
[01:20.04]Son is a, prob rob funds from your publisher
[01:22.44]While his dogs put his guns to you like the Punisher
[01:25.15]Or the Terminator
[01:26.74]Flow is harder
[01:27.49]Than a German major midterm paper
[01:29.10]The kid burns the saber
[01:30.36]Striking cats, how you want it
[01:32.16]Gats, spike or bats
[01:33.20]I know you liking that
[01:34.12]Stay sharper than Viking hats
[01:35.48]Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish
[01:38.18]Bitches vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss
[01:40.79]El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
[01:43.58]Club your spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine
[01:46.19]Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
[01:48.63]You saw us laying down a law just as raw as a crawfish
[01:51.50]You met your death and although
[01:53.23]I took away your breath and I ran
[01:54.69]I still left with a Grand like Theft Auto
[02:03.15]
[02:18.20]You little bitches can't touch me baby
[02:19.80]Okay, maybe Jay-Z or maybe not
[02:22.91]Pardon if I sound lazy
[02:24.21]I've been puffing crazy
[02:25.62]Writing Puff's shit so mother****er **** you, pay me
[02:28.37]Or lay down in your feces
[02:29.84]My guns talk, I'm speechless
[02:31.69]My Pen's that Teller
[02:33.14]I bends that fella, now peep this
[02:34.58]I eat you and then wash you down with who you eat with
[02:37.19]Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split
[02:39.65]He's sick, I'm sick
[02:40.66]I'm sick of how sick
[02:42.01]He is, he's sick of how sick me, is me, baby me
[02:44.77]Sickest in the D, since the Slim Shady LP
[02:48.50]I can ****, that's what ladies tell me
[02:50.30]83 I was ****ing, I was six
[02:52.70]Head in my momma's daycare, yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit
[02:55.62]Back into my rhyme again, bitches call me arrogant
[02:58.22]That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen
[03:00.93]Three deals later
[03:02.12]Three meals later, tryna win
[03:03.68]About to be signed again, that's right I'm bout to clown again
[03:06.22]Knock, knock, who is that
[03:07.57]It's the cat that'll snap
[03:08.97]Throw cheese in the trap, on you homie, you a rat
[03:11.63]Ha ha ha
[03:12.28]I'm back, matter of fact I've never left
[03:14.39]Those who say they ain't expect it, can't accept it
[03:17.01]Haters left this
[03:18.17]Boy no choice but to blow
[03:19.66]**** another ho from on another pole, **** a show
[03:22.22]**** a flow, I'm about getting money fast
[03:24.87]While you rapping or perhaps you hustling sucka slow
[03:27.62]Ice glow, sticky green
[03:28.93]Bush on sicky team
[03:30.32]Capone, put powerful white boy, wicked cream
[03:32.82]Get him straight if he leans, fifty fiends in a line
[03:35.48]Nickel Nine, been around, bitches you would kneel around
[03:38.22]From Milan to Iran I'm a don
[03:40.23]Now when I'm around bitches calming down, eating like it's Ramadan
文本歌词
I end careers, years
Pierce ears fierce with spears
They say I'm gifted
Get lifted like the beers in Cheers
Catch a thunder bolt
Pockets stay lump from hundred notes
Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat
Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
It feel as ill
As concealing drills in the knee caps
Your funny style get three snaps
In the circle when off the purple and greens
I'm higher than the jeans on Erkel
Then I murk you
Bust tecs, the lead sparking now who be my next head target
I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet
Say my name three times in the mirror and if I hear you
I'll appear clearer
Extend both arms and pull you nearer
Pound for pound
I'm, pretty live on the mic
And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25
Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
Grin is sarcastic
The way my pen'll spark acid on the bar
Whether in the crib or the car, blast it
Son is a, prob rob funds from your publisher
While his dogs put his guns to you like the Punisher
Or the Terminator
Flow is harder
Than a German major midterm paper
The kid burns the saber
Striking cats, how you want it
Gats, spike or bats
I know you liking that
Stay sharper than Viking hats
Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish
Bitches vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss
El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
Club your spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine
Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
You saw us laying down a law just as raw as a crawfish
You met your death and although
I took away your breath and I ran
I still left with a Grand like Theft Auto
You little bitches can't touch me baby
Okay, maybe Jay-Z or maybe not
Pardon if I sound lazy
I've been puffing crazy
Writing Puff's shit so mother****er **** you, pay me
Or lay down in your feces
My guns talk, I'm speechless
My Pen's that Teller
I bends that fella, now peep this
I eat you and then wash you down with who you eat with
Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split
He's sick, I'm sick
I'm sick of how sick
He is, he's sick of how sick me, is me, baby me
Sickest in the D, since the Slim Shady LP
I can ****, that's what ladies tell me
83 I was ****ing, I was six
Head in my momma's daycare, yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit
Back into my rhyme again, bitches call me arrogant
That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen
Three deals later
Three meals later, tryna win
About to be signed again, that's right I'm bout to clown again
Knock, knock, who is that
It's the cat that'll snap
Throw cheese in the trap, on you homie, you a rat
Ha ha ha
I'm back, matter of fact I've never left
Those who say they ain't expect it, can't accept it
Haters left this
Boy no choice but to blow
**** another ho from on another pole, **** a show
**** a flow, I'm about getting money fast
While you rapping or perhaps you hustling sucka slow
Ice glow, sticky green
Bush on sicky team
Capone, put powerful white boy, wicked cream
Get him straight if he leans, fifty fiends in a line
Nickel Nine, been around, bitches you would kneel around
From Milan to Iran I'm a don
Now when I'm around bitches calming down, eating like it's Ramadan