专业歌曲搜索

Tell The Vision - Pop Smoke/Kanye West.lrc

LRC歌词下载
[00:00.00] 作词 : FNZ/Jahlil/Bashar Jackson/Terrence LeVarr Thornton/Ross Portaro/Steven Victor
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Boogz/FNZ/Jahlil/Bashar Jackson/Kanye Omari West/Jahmal Gwin/Terrence LeVarr Thornton/Ricardo Lamarre/Ross Portaro/Steven Victor
[00:00.0][Intro: Kanye West & Angie Martinez]
[00:00.35]Trippin'
[00:02.67]Wildin' on television
[00:06.91]You could
[00:09.33]Still see a nigga tell the vision
[00:13.37]Pimpin' (Pimpin')
[00:16.45]Boy, these boys, pimpin'
[00:20.17]Different
[00:22.98]These boys, boys
[00:26.28]Pop was here last week
[00:27.96]He was talkin' about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at
[00:30.28]How they were really like, thrivin' like right now
[00:34.41]He was, you know, he was tryna, pull people up with him
[00:37.27]He wasn't even into where he was about to be
[00:39.47]He just was trying to; he was trying to get there
[00:41.97]I mean, he was on his, he was well on his way
[00:43.87]Um, it's just tragic, twenty years old, rest in peace
[00:49.44]God bless Pop Smoke
[00:50.37][Chorus: Pop Smoke]
[00:51.68]Look, nigga, we made it (Grr, woo, bah)
[00:54.95]Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
[00:57.34]Mama we made it (Woo)
[00:59.4]Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
[01:01.55]Mama we made it, we made it (Woo)
[01:04.8]Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
[01:05.54][Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
[01:05.81]Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight
[01:07.77]I used to eat fifty-cent cake, now, it's Philippe's
[01:14.78]It's Philippe's for the steak and hella thots up in the Wraith
[01:19.6]I can't wife that thot, tell that *****, "Get out of my face"
[01:22.51]We killed your big brother; we killed your little brother
[01:25.64]Now, it's Philippe's; it's filets for the steak
[01:30.74]And hella thots up in the Wraith
[01:32.47]Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off, I spent fifty up in Bergdorf
[01:34.40]I got shit you never heard of, buy it, I don't care what it cost, no
[01:40.99]And I always keep a pole, rain, snow; I did a hundred on a pro
[01:45.80]If you droppin' a woo, we come where you live
[01:47.51]Glock 9, infrared, pull up, and empty the clip, woo
[01:51.24]Dread had the strap all summer in the Floss movin' reckless
[01:55.96]Please do not play wit' me, nigga, I keep a K wit' me
[01:58.75][Chorus: Pop Smoke]
[01:59.2]Look, nigga, we made it (Grr, woo, bah)
[02:01.73]Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
[02:04.11]Nigga, we made it (Woo)
[02:05.53]Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
[02:08.27]Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
[02:10.78]Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
[02:12.30]Nigga, we made it
[02:13.52][Interlude: Pop Smoke]
[02:13.82]Huh?
[02:17.45]We come from the trenches, nigga
[02:19.14]Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Grrt)
[02:21.49]You know what I'm sayin'?
[02:22.38]Fifty cent cake, now, we eatin' Philippe's steak
[02:24.12][Verse 2: Pusha T]
[02:26.54]Look, Tyler got the album of the year, for now
[02:30.42]But Pop about to drop, I see the platinum in the clouds
[02:33.68]Now Push about to drop, so real trappers stick around
[02:36.90]The crown is only for the king, they tryna place it on a clown
[02:39.87]I declare war, nickname 'He Sell Raw'
[02:43.32]Different city, same ghetto, bring the Woos on tour
[02:47.20]Push start, drop top, 812, two-door
[02:50.37]Baby Rover, Benz, coupe, *****, you gotta choose yours
[02:53.34]How can I not? Woo, how can I not?
[02:56.94]When a brick is thirty-six, *****, how could I stop?
[03:00.34]These Richard Milles are one-of-one, shit, how could I watch?
[03:03.55]We made it, we made it, whether you like it or not
[03:06.47][Chorus: Pop Smoke]
[03:18.60]Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
[03:21.56]Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
[03:23.88]Nigga, we made it (Woo)
[03:25.83]Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
[03:28.44]Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
[03:30.70]Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
文本歌词
作词 : FNZ/Jahlil/Bashar Jackson/Terrence LeVarr Thornton/Ross Portaro/Steven Victor
作曲 : Boogz/FNZ/Jahlil/Bashar Jackson/Kanye Omari West/Jahmal Gwin/Terrence LeVarr Thornton/Ricardo Lamarre/Ross Portaro/Steven Victor
Trippin'
Wildin' on television
You could
Still see a nigga tell the vision
Pimpin' (Pimpin')
Boy, these boys, pimpin'
Different
These boys, boys
Pop was here last week
He was talkin' about Brooklyn and the place Brooklyn was at
How they were really like, thrivin' like right now
He was, you know, he was tryna, pull people up with him
He wasn't even into where he was about to be
He just was trying to; he was trying to get there
I mean, he was on his, he was well on his way
Um, it's just tragic, twenty years old, rest in peace
God bless Pop Smoke
Look, nigga, we made it (Grr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Mama we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
Mama we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
Look, I remember the days, same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake, now, it's Philippe's
It's Philippe's for the steak and hella thots up in the Wraith
I can't wife that thot, tell that *****, "Get out of my face"
We killed your big brother; we killed your little brother
Now, it's Philippe's; it's filets for the steak
And hella thots up in the Wraith
Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off, I spent fifty up in Bergdorf
I got shit you never heard of, buy it, I don't care what it cost, no
And I always keep a pole, rain, snow; I did a hundred on a pro
If you droppin' a woo, we come where you live
Glock 9, infrared, pull up, and empty the clip, woo
Dread had the strap all summer in the Floss movin' reckless
Please do not play wit' me, nigga, I keep a K wit' me
Look, nigga, we made it (Grr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrt, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)
Nigga, we made it
Huh?
We come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap, same fit for a week straight (Grrt)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty cent cake, now, we eatin' Philippe's steak
Look, Tyler got the album of the year, for now
But Pop about to drop, I see the platinum in the clouds
Now Push about to drop, so real trappers stick around
The crown is only for the king, they tryna place it on a clown
I declare war, nickname 'He Sell Raw'
Different city, same ghetto, bring the Woos on tour
Push start, drop top, 812, two-door
Baby Rover, Benz, coupe, *****, you gotta choose yours
How can I not? Woo, how can I not?
When a brick is thirty-six, *****, how could I stop?
These Richard Milles are one-of-one, shit, how could I watch?
We made it, we made it, whether you like it or not
Look, nigga, we made it (Grrr, woo, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Nigga, we made it (Woo)
Thank God that I made it (Grrr, bah)
Nigga, we made it, we made it (Woo)
Look, momma, I made it (Grrt)