Lyrics:
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Ku tulis ini dengan cant knock the hustle by Jay Z masih hip-hop take my soul take my Bone benar terjadi
Keep up the volume tuangkan senandung
wit jay-z 'cause he sux and he's lazy, his rhymes are weak and crazy, like mike jones on 24's I still tip, I go bigger than Jay-z's and Fantasia's lips.
Mieć rap we krwi tak jak to ma Jay-Z
Nie mieć limitów jak Master P
I pewnie chciałbyś wejść na bit jak Cypress Hill
To nowy rok nowy rok nowe 3W
To nowy
może zwisać nam jak ta mona lisa
Punche bijące jakby mógłby to by Jay Z pisał takie
Nie kłam dziwko dalej że się przygizdrałem
Nie miej wyobrażeń z głębi
daydie
Lately, I been going real crazy
Empire State of mind call me Jay Z
Bottles and Bottles and Bottles of Baileys
Shout out foods, yeah he's one
Facts is I defied what they all say
I get pounds from Jay-Z and Party with Beonce
Suffice what you say
I've done came along way
From when I've gotten
If I was Jay-Z, you'd be my Beyonce
We could rock the nation like they do
And if I was Da Vinci, you'd be Mona Lisa
Paint a smile perfectly on you
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
dead, failed terribly
This paranoia shit's no joke, I need therapy
You niggas easy to come by, I'm a rarity
I'm on my Jay Z shit, moment of clarity
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop
You won't quit,
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
pseudo-charyzma
Chcesz być białym Jay-Z
Tylko wstydzisz się przyznać
Chcesz szyć ciuchy z charakterem i mieć fason
A jesteś najzwyklejszą zebrą z klasą
Nie pomoże
cheeky
But I go crazy daily like Jay Z, so I call RiRi my queen bee
Bae I'm hungry please feed me
Can't believe there's people sleeping on me still
Many tried and failed to break me down
No you never will
Trials and tribulations make me stronger
Crown wont ever tilt
Know you think you'll see me
dreams
Pushin' Benjies since niggas was puttin' creases in they jeans
Had Jay-Z and Kels, blastin' out of my 12's
Best of both worlds, a giant amongst
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
cause I leave em at home
Just Adidas and me, and ? and D on the phone
Diggin' eyein' the crown, sellin' skills by the pound
Makin breakin and takin'
of rock is who I am
Raw, we are, by law
First one rockin these Adidas why'all saw
Jumped on tour way back in eighty-four
Jay, Run, D. Mac smack back up
from some Gs and they kept shit a hunnid
I fucc with Jay-Z but Pharrell I ain't frontin
Getting in my bag got me looking like stunt'n
Fucc a nigga
might hurt ya
But check on your vision I promise you'll know
Jay-Z was a dealer, Kanye selling T-Shirts
So I knew I could do it one day
Then I'll hop out
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