《The Heart Part 4》歌詞:byKendrick Lamar mp3歌詞



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Written By Kendrick Lamar

Mixing Engineer Mixed by Ali, Ya Boy N.O.I.S.

Mastering Engineer Deptronic

Background Vocals Khalid

Samples I Love You by Faith Evans

Interpolates Don't Tell A Lie About Me And I Won't Tell The Truth On You by James Brown

Produced By Axl Folie, The Alchemist, Syk Sense, DJ Dahi

Part I

[Chorus]

Don't tell a lie on me

I won't tell the truth 'bout you

Don't tell a lie on me

I won't tell the truth 'bout you

[Verse 1]

30 millions later, my future favors

The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior

Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated

My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper

Pi equals three-fourteen

The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing, wait up

Lampin' in Jamaica, the cloud's turnin', my thought's turnin'

Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin'

This seed in this soil is classified

I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid's future

I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya

I done vandalized the industry full circuit

The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this

Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces

The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture

The more blood pours, but…

[Chorus]

Don't tell a lie on me

I won't tell the truth 'bout you

Don't tell a lie on me

I won't tell the truth 'bout you

Part II

[Verse 2]

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

And crush your whole lil' shit

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

Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, ya 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, more cars, more leers

More 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, ya body reverting to stiffness

The whole world goin' mad

Bodies is adding 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 prophesied 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 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em

30 millions later my future favors

The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior

Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits

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

Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court

And real hustler lose money just to go get some more

I said it's like that, drop 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 going 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 COs watch 'em

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 smirking

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 making him nervous, the music is loud

Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo' punk ass down)

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

So that means no more playing 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 ya'll shit together

[Outro]

Let's get it!

Look look, on foenem

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