Bài hát The Heart Part 4 Báo Lỗi

Part II


[Verse 2]

My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk-ass

And crush ya whole lil' shit

I'll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared lil' bitch

Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, you lame

And when I get at you, homie

Don't you just tell me you was just playin'

Oh, I was just playin', K-Dot

C'mon, you know a nigga rock with you, bro

Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know

Might end up like the last nigga I know

Oh, you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know

I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor

Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll

Yellin', One, two, three, four, five

I am the greatest rapper alive!

So damn great, motherfucker, I've died

What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe

House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)

A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga (facts)

I'm fresh out the water, I'm 'bout to breach, nigga

The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga

Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo' cars, mo' leers

Mo' bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—fuck y'all, sincere

I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers

You know what the risk is

Earthed in ditches, your body revertin' to stiffness

The whole world gone mad

Bodies is addin' up, market's about to crash

Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad

Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab

Donald Trump is a chump

Know how we feel, punk? Tell 'em that God comin'

And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin'

Electorial votes look like memorial votes

But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes

It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?

I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me

Oh, when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me

How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?

G Malone big bro, kudos to him

I was two O's from a M, tryna be big as Em

Thirty millions later, my future favors

The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior

Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits

You lookin' at me in Chucks, I'm lookin' at y'all suits

Me and Top Dawg playin' rock-paper-scissors in court

A real hustler lose money just to go get some more

I said it's like that, dropped one classic, came right back

'Nother classic, right back

My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack

With TOC, you see the flames

In my E-Y-E's; it's not a game

And the whole world is goin' mad, daddy, it's sad, daddy

My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy

Lee Baca on trial, tryna portray a boxer

Beatin' up on my niggas while the CO's watch him

Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look

You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook

Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you

Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you

Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm foul

They throwin' me out, you throw in the towel

Look at the crowd, they— (Nah, I don't like that)

Look at my smile, I'm smirkin'

Calm but urgent (That ain't the style, fuck!)

So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck!)

So many verses, I never run out (What?)

You makin' him nervous, the music is loud

Ho, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit yo' punk-ass down!

(Sit yo' punk-ass down!)

So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (What else?)

So that means no more playin' the back scenes (What else?)

My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)

My name is identified as That King

I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other shit

A difference between accomplishments and astonishments

You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever

Y'all got 'til April the 7th to get y'all shit together


[Outro]

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