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Eminem( エミネム )
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The Re-Up
作詞:Michael A Elizondo Jr., Curtis James Jackson, Marshall B Mathers Iii, Luis Edgardo Resto, Andre Romell Young
We should do something like that
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady
There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this And it's the, most sinister duo in the business Once again it's the illest and realest killas The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice
Drop them zeros and get with these heroes Do you want losers or winners, this music is in us, and it's Not over 'til we say it's finished and G-Unit spinners Will keep spinnin', this is hip hop when it's in it's
Truest form, the greatest, hate us or love us Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin' them pins in us Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is
And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever, he will be the illest To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next He's already reconciled with his ex a chainsaw and an axe
Jump a bitch's desk, strangle her neck While we have sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax I sprays the vex, yeah, bring Shady on back The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack
Resurrect, I never left, baby I'm bad I've gone mad, my comrade Drezy automatically He says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that I may be off drugs, but it's made me off track
In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap I ever do spit, I'll never do shit, that's that Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass I'm done with this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass, 50 Cent もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Nah, 'em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass The clean parts, the shitty parts My bullet wounds, my beauty marks The Fif'll tell you're ass apart
A came in this game Crush a motherfuckers from tha start Shady paid me, Shady crazy Fifty crazy rich, bitch
Different day, nothing change, it's the same shit, trick Teflon wrapped on case I get clapped on D's searching the whip, glad I left the mac home Still grindin', still shinin', nigga lord knows
You're rockin' with the kid that spit sicka sick flows I carried Game's style for nine months and gave birth to it Now I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it E'eryday Dre day, front and 'cause a maylay
Turn the town upside down wit a frown upside down I smile through sumthin' fowl, and watch my money pile I'm fuckin' with strict stacks, I'm kickin' you stripped fats I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, go 'head, funky funk up Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, I hit yo' ass up Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck Boom boom chuck, it's the re-up
Shady
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