Money Don't Own Me歌詞
- 歌手:RZA
歌詞出處: http://www.guangchangzhuan.cn
My woman, and my money, don't own me...
I've got to, keep holding, my own
Heaven, heaven...
The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives
Digital brain is the closest to Moses
Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister
Revitalize the game, the names on the poster
The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes
The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face
It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it
Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait
The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall
The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra
It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha
Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star
I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent
You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went
You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince
Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent
You can't still convent, don't have seven cents
Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent
Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went?
I told you these words are heaven sent
It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock
If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop
If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop
Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props
Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran
Three six letterman, Monk's the name
Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames
Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name
With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it
Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it
Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong
I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song
Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics
Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics
My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this
Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice
Why yes, am I next to impress
D-T-S, bless the best, no cess
Stress, from guess to gold press
The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds
But this is the new improved shit
'08 from the AMG, '92, bitch
下歌詞5nd
- [ti:Money Don't Own Me]
[ar:RZA]
[al:Digi Snacks]
[by:李澤昊]
[03:25.30][01:46.30][00:00.60]My woman, and my money, don't own me...
[03:37.53][01:57.56][00:12.50]I've got to, keep holding, my own
[00:40.54]Heaven, heaven...
[00:44.36]The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives
[00:47.02]Digital brain is the closest to Moses
[00:49.98]Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister
[00:53.08]Revitalize the game, the names on the poster
[00:56.18]The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes
[00:59.27]The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face
[01:02.37]It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it
[01:05.62]Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait
[01:08.70]The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall
[01:11.76]The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra
[01:14.81]It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha
[01:18.17]Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star
[01:20.98]I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent
[01:24.82]You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went
[01:27.33]You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince
[01:30.71]Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent
[01:33.43]You can't still convent, don't have seven cents
[01:37.00]Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent
[01:39.83]Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went?
[01:43.57]I told you these words are heaven sent
[02:07.63]It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock
[02:10.32]If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop
[02:13.68]If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop
[02:16.71]Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props
[02:20.00]Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran
[02:23.26]Three six letterman, Monk's the name
[02:26.12]Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames
[02:29.17]Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name
[02:32.24]With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it
[02:35.51]Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it
[02:38.67]Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong
[02:41.51]I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song
[02:44.73]Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics
[02:47.82]Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics
[02:51.20]My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this
[02:54.20]Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice
[03:06.36]Why yes, am I next to impress
[03:09.51]D-T-S, bless the best, no cess
[03:12.73]Stress, from guess to gold press
[03:15.95]The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds
[03:18.97]But this is the new improved shit
[03:22.15]'08 from the AMG, '92, bitch
[03:49.55]
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