Kunci: G# minor
Intro 1
G#m
Verse 1
C#m
G#m
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, homes, shit,
I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
J .R.'s back in his zone
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, homies
Shit, I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
J .R.'s back in his zone
It's me again,
C#m
G#m
the evil and the ether and
Fever, phlegm, cold, whoa
Bring back the beat again
Use the street, pretend
C#m
G#m
This'll make your season spin
C#m
G#m
And turn you to an other faggot
C#m
G#m
running like Lieberman
You crazy not to listen
C#m
G#m
I'm just sick and I can fix ya
Block or fix em, let em know
I roll with a block of henchmen
C#m
I'm livin', watch this, listen
G#m
Pendant, got so much rice in it
C#m
G#m
I can feed a flock of pigeons
To the streets, I'm faded
Leapin' angles, beat your maids,
you chumps
Thunk, dunk, punks, doggy,
you'll need some steak
C#m
When it's eagle laid, you heat your face
G#m
C#m
G#m
You rich, then you'll die with your chips
In a box like a legal cable
I ain't a hater, soldier
But some of these players know her
These rappers overrated
and need to be rated over
They the epitome,
C#m
I'm here to make history
G#m
Show these lames how to aim
C#m
and put this game out of its misery
G#m
I'ma definitely sold it, and
already I know it
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, hoes, shit,
I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
J .R.'s back in his zone
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, hoes, shit,
I'm past all these clones
To whoever think it's better
to go back in it's own
I give the roar and pour the door
distorted for the Porsches
Drop whips, got chips
that make the horses horses
We're getting more than nauseous,
it's what I rock on
This ain't Polo gorgeous,
this Polo Georgeous
C#m
G#m
But I wear plush, yeah slut, rear ups
Chip, I'm a pimp,
you should brush damn my airbrush
C#m
G#m
Flair tuck, yeah duck,
C#m
G#m
I ain't gotta stare much
C#m
G#m
Snap my fingers, black it,
C#m
and I'll leave you in your pig chucks
G#m
Pear slapped a man,
crack his damn spinal cord
Wired jaw, black sedan,
sittin' out of Pakistan
C#m
G#m
For this pack of ten, ax a man, coward
This fiend's a rush hours,
and I ain't talkin' Jackie Chan
C#m
That's coke dope, old spoke,
Coakley's overseas,
C#m
G#m
sittin' in a rowboat
C#m
G#m
Across both coasts, east, west, post smoke
So what, we'll be waitin' for your fix
when you go broke
C#m
G#m
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
C#m
G#m
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, homies, shit
I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
J .R.'s back in his zone
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
C#m
G#m
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, homies, shit
I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
C#m
J .R.'s back in his zone
C#m
G#m
C#m
C#m
I'll
Bagaimana pendapat Anda tentang lagu ini?
PenyetemE A D G B E
AkorG#m C#m
Lebih banyak lagu dari J.R. Writer
Temukan akor untuk lebih banyak lagu yang bisa dimainkan
Lagu terkait
Temukan akor untuk lebih banyak lagu yang bisa dimainkan
4.9
Akor populer di seluruh dunia
Akor & tab yang paling sering dimainkan oleh pengguna