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Hood Blues (feat. Westside Gunn, Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine)

アーティスト:DMX  アルバム:Exodus  作詞:Earl Simmons/Kasseem Dean/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Damon Pennick/Demond Price/Marlene Moore/Avery Chambliss  作曲:Earl Simmons/Kasseem Dean/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Damon Pennick/Demond Price/Marlene Moore/Avery Chambliss  発売年:2021 

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Rrr, come one, brr What? What? Brr Ayo, ayo (Rr) I'm in the hood (Ah), eighty K house, million dollar net (Uh-huh, ah) Shot off two hundred rounds, niggas know where we at (Brr, yeah) My coke be the best, talk no steps (Uh-huh, ah) Headshot took off, soulless (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom) Margiela kicks, Margiela sweats I'm on the yard doin' burpees, me, Drop and Fresh Shooter lean low, he got a new body (Boo-boo-boo-boom) Pray to Tesla X, you need a new body (Skrrt) Fifty K, got my bitch a new body (Ah) You internet niggas, y'all punani (Rrr) The Ace of Spades simple, yay dealer Pray five times a day, get on the wave, nigga Baddest bitch you ever seen doin' my braids nigga The Tech echo like it got delays, nigga Your shit ain't shit, get out the way, nigga New Yeezys, only me and Ye with 'em (Yeah, ah) Pay attention (Uh), four on the baby come back then leave seven (Uh, uh) Guarantee into the rec' yard, I got the weapon (Ow, ah) The Butcher comin', nigga (Come on) Yo, uh You know how I rock six figures off Zaza Come and spend at my shop, I turn your hood to a hotspot Every game I feel like I'm Dame without a stop watch Shootin' before the shot clock, Griselda got the top spot (Oh) Locked down like a pawn shop, nigga (Yeah) I'm thinkin', "Why not?" (Uh-huh) I gave my life to the game, but what do I got? Father these niggas, how? I don't even know my pops This flip phone that I got don't connect to the WiFi Uh-huh, this new foreign shit with the wood on the door Got me beefin' with some niggas I could've put on They make up lies and put 'em in songs I pull up the lots, cop down the block hear me pull in the yard Yeah, prayin' with my dirty hands (With my dirty hands) I did dirt and scam I'm askin' God "Do I deserve these bands?" (Do I deserve these bands?) And we from murder land, eastside shit Jeans purple brand, ridin' in the GLE, the turtle van (Talk to 'em) Ah, you throwin' shots you better be precise (Ah-huh) If I only squeeze it twice, that's me bein' polite (Okay) We was in the trenches, nigga, four chicken wings and rice The shooter fourteen, can't read or right when he gon' squeeze his pipe We was tryna sell a key at night


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