Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe (Remix|Explicit)-Kendrick Lamar/Jay-Z

歌手 : Kendrick Lamar / Jay-Z

专辑 : good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe) [Explicit]

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:38

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Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe (Remix|Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)/Jay-Z

Lyrics by：Kendrick Lamar/S. Carter/M. Spears/Braun/Vindahl Friis/Liv Lykke Schmidt

Composed by：Kendrick Lamar/S. Carter/M. Spears/Braun/Vindahl Friis/Liv Lykke Schmidt

I am a sinner

Who's probably gonna sin again

Lord forgive me

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

B**ch don't kill my vibe

I can feel your energy from two planets away

I got my drink I got my music

I will share it but today I'm yelling

B**ch don't kill my vibe

Look inside my soul

And you can find gold and maybe get rich

Hold up – Trinidad James in four weeks

But now my album platinum and sh*t so what

Y'all keep the numbers

I'm more than another statistic my ni**a

This is courtesy of Compton

Brooklyn go hard motherf**ker

Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D

Dominicans wish I was born there

I'm lookin' to be the god emcee

You look at my hat and see thorns there

I look at the game and see porn there

I'm f**kin' this industry hard

I'm back at this money

Tea bagging your honey

You thought I was fresh out the yard

Don't cry to me dummy you're lightweight

They tell me you nice and I'm like "wait "

Go get me a knife you're lookin' like steak

And when the stakes are high

I stakeout for days

And when the water resides

You'll probably lose shape

We ain't thirsty ni**a never alert me ni**a

I got a P89 in a suitcase

I know you heard me ni**a this is a burpee

Lyrical exercise – right now

Homie I'm in an extra vibe

Pipe down on the curb

When you heard that I got these words

To the upper echelon that's extra long

I am a sinner

Who's probably gonna sin again

Lord forgive me

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

B**ch don't kill my vibe

I can feel your energy from two planets away

I got my drink I got my music

I will share it but today I'm yelling

B**ch don't kill my vibe

Up in the clouds – me and my spouse

Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud

Please turn them shits down

Can't hear myself think

Turbulence sh*t almost spilled my drink

In the White House with a mink

Runnin' through that b**ch like it's my house

All up in the hall like a mall

Told you motherf**kers all I do is ball

No I don't 'member you I don't intend to

Empty my memory bank

It's a million dollars in it baby Hilary Swank

Next to Hilary smellin' like dank

Presidental pardon

Name one ni**a out there harder than him

I'll wait

I've been in my wave like 20 years straight

I've been on my vibe like 20 years straight

Don't f**k up my high f**k up my high

Nights like this I could f**k up a pie

And still be straight

Fall back b**ch I got a lot on my plate

Don't waste my breath

I don't know how many moons a ni**a got left

Back to this joint smokin'

This sh*t like I'm tryna' prove a point

I'm the highest the highest title numero uno

Kill my vibe that's your motherf**kin' funeral

Between you and me

Turn eulogy to urinals

Niggas pissed off

I'll end this lil' diss sh*t unleashing my fart

Leader of the new school

On my toes like a ballerina

Who knew I'd be Black Swan

World in my palms

Ironically I am the Globe Trotter's best

Cause I didn't drop the ball

Told niggas when I was 16

That I'd write a 16

To put a ni**a right on the big screen

In a Paddy Wagon with 16

Should have been in the pen

But now my pen writin' with morphine

I heal niggas touch down with more fiends

I kill niggas audio crack

Khakis to meal tickets

Cardio lap – was runnin' for dear life

But now I'm runnin' the map

Picture little old me givin' a f**k from

What a f**k ni**a's got to say

Ni**a you'll never be Jay never be Nas

Never be Snoop nor Dre

You ain't get killed in Vegas

Or in a Suburban

Puff Daddy wasn't your favourite

So many washed up with detergent

But I don't dry tears

I just aim at them on purpose like "BLAP "

Empty fourteen like "BLAP "

Empty out another magazine like "BLAP "

Let a young ni**a get by

I kill them all when they tryna kill my vibe

I am the bad the good guy

The last the 'hood got

The last that would try to pass a good job

If Shyn's a black Beatle

I need a 10-second drum solo

B**ch see you at Woodstock