Kunci: E minor
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
Cm
Fm
Return
Reagan ever,
Bb
Cm
Rebel flamethrower,
Patron hangover
Low sofas, leather,
Eb
Cm
high ceiling lofts, cheddar
Gold tokens, designed with
Ab
Cm
the frost and boss
Gm
Cm
Brilliant, squeeze on those ci vilians,
chameleon
Knock niggas off in the court building,
Tilden
Brownsville,
L .H. houses,
Ab
Linden,
Cypress,
Canarsie
Bb
Cm
Banners, space towers,
Fm
re bays hours and power
Pass on tradition, never know cowards
Cm
Interact with the friction
Condition, hood, pass, vouch,
free admission
Listen, it's either off,
Cm
Position, the move like
Cm
Bite palm placed on the book of the
Lord
Ab
Recite songs while niggas
Fm
Embalm the box, either you armed or not
The game ain't changed,
Cm
it's the names of the players
Gm
Bb
The mayor, street smart,
Fm
Ab
set apart the stayers
Cm
Ab
No favors, every man standing is for self
Ab
Niggas ain't heard niggas ex pel
Cm
The game ain't changed,
Db
Ab
Bb
Fm
Eb
it's the names of the players
Cm
Ab
A special unit set up for niggas doin' it
Cm
Bb
Some niggas is roomed in it,
Cm
Ab
oth er niggas just ruin shit
Cm
Who the snitch tellin'?
Knockin' niggas for nothin'
Cause they chickens on another
nigga dickin'
Ab
She fuckin', it's disgusting
Bb
So now y 'all really know
Fm
To the desert knees squeezing,
I'm begging for a reason
Got eleven little heathens and
I'm pleading,
Db
please no involving the policemen
Cm
We beefing, and silence is the code
when you creeping
Sleeping,
I'm seeking for something to sink my teeth in
It's murder, murder
Monday be back before the weekend
Bb
Cm
feeling like homie when he high
Fm
Macaroni till I die, only got one try
The game ain't changed,
Cm
it's the names of the players
The mayor, street smart,
set apart the stayers
Db
No favors, every man standin' is for self
Cm
What else, niggas ain't
heard niggas' spout
The game ain't changed,
Db
it's the names of the players
Ab
Bb
Players, players, players,
Fm
Cm
players, players, players
Ab
Man we go round, here we go round
Cm
From every angle hittin'
me like stereo sound
Ab
Cm
Chit -chattin',
layin' my scenario down
Fm
Cm
Manhattan boogie down,
they all yappin' in the town
Cm
he's not buried in the ground
shit, a nigga could've drowned
So many years went from
To hopping in the coupe,
guess they rocking for the crown
King of the city,
it's the thing when you pretty
And fed like nitty,
he was here right with me
Knew it had to happen,
but who did the clapping?
Ab
Knew when he was napping,
Bb
Cm
the names ain't matching
had the spaz on his bird
Though a sad one occurred,
Cm
got a blast on the herb
Kill me, you n***a,
as quiet as a whisper
You slide like a slipper, damn, a n***a, listen
Bagaimana pendapat Anda tentang lagu ini?
PenyetemE A D G B E
AkorCm Gm Fm Ab Bb...
Lebih banyak lagu dari Az
Temukan akor untuk lebih banyak lagu yang bisa dimainkan
Lagu terkait
Temukan akor untuk lebih banyak lagu yang bisa dimainkan
4.6
Akor populer di seluruh dunia
Akor & tab yang paling sering dimainkan oleh pengguna