Song | Red Nation |
Artist | Lil Wayne |
Album | Red Nation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Lyon+Valenzano+Carter,Guen |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Lyon+Valenzano+Carter,Guen |
[00:21.57] | Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky |
[00:23.94] | N-gga don't ask why |
[00:25.13] | Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's |
[00:28.13] | I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June |
[00:30.26] | Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune |
[00:32.94] | Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room |
[00:35.57] | Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun |
[00:38.01] | Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it |
[00:41.26] | Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted |
[00:43.76] | But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes |
[00:47.07] | Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die |
[00:49.57] | Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye |
[00:52.51] | Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you decide" |
[00:55.01] | She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life |
[00:59.32] | And all I do is ride |
[01:00.89] | Before I turn on em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground |
[01:04.95] | It's Red Nation!!! |
[01:07.51] | Now Blood the f-ck up |
[01:09.01] | Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck |
[01:11.57] | And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch bust nuts |
[01:13.89] | I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what |
[01:16.32] | And that's, B's up, hoes down |
[01:18.26] | |
[01:19.95] | Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found |
[01:22.88] | Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound |
[01:25.32] | Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground |
[01:28.32] | N-ggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole |
[01:31.38] | Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo |
[01:33.94] | One blood, plural, n-gga I'm spendin' Euro's |
[01:36.01] | Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough |
[01:38.82] | I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like |
[01:41.70] | Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good |
[01:44.07] | We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin' stupid |
[01:46.88] | Get thrown in the back woods |
[01:48.20] | Los Angeles, home of the scandalous |
[01:50.57] | Pimp, hoes and gamblers |
[01:52.13] | 98 degree's on Christmas |
[01:53.82] | N-gga we rollin' cannibus |
[01:55.13] | Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin |
[01:58.07] | The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it |
[02:00.76] | That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual |
[02:03.51] | Ball by myself, Ochocinco |
[02:05.57] | Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars |
[02:09.01] | And everybody bleed out here, word to God |
[02:13.32] | Now Blood the f-ck up |
[02:14.82] | Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck |
[02:17.45] | And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts |
[02:19.82] | I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what |
[02:22.51] | |
[02:23.55] | And that's, B's up, hoes down |
[02:26.12] | Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found |
[02:28.81] | Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound |
[02:30.86] | Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground |
[02:33.86] | Russia got a Red Flag |
[02:35.87] | US got Red Stripes |
[02:36.87] | Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes |
[02:39.68] | Che Guevara of the New Era, test me |
[02:42.12] | Louieville slugger, you'll get buried in my era |
[02:44.93] | Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum |
[02:47.37] | Walk in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum |
[02:50.06] | Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren |
[02:53.99] | Her and the car foreign |
[02:55.74] | Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on |
[02:58.24] | And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan |
[03:01.12] | Where my n-gga Jim Jones at? |
[03:03.24] | Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song |
[03:06.43] | And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping |
[03:09.56] | And put this new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms |
[03:12.37] | And all these hatin' ass n-ggas want me dead |
[03:14.31] | Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED |
[03:20.18] | Now Blood the f-ck up |
[03:21.31] | Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck |
[03:22.37] | And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts |
[03:25.31] | I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what |
[03:29.00] | And that's, B's up, hoes down |
[03:31.31] | Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found |
[03:33.93] | Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound |
[03:36.25] | Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground |
[03:38.87] |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Lyon Valenzano Carter, Guen |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Lyon Valenzano Carter, Guen |
[00:21.57] | Throw your muthafcking Cincinnati hats in the sky |
[00:23.94] | Ngga don' t ask why |
[00:25.13] | Red laces in and out of them Air Max ' 95' s |
[00:28.13] | I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June |
[00:30.26] | Any ngga want drama I kick up a sand dune |
[00:32.94] | Peace to my man ' Tune for giving his man room |
[00:35.57] | Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun |
[00:38.01] | Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it |
[00:41.26] | Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted |
[00:43.76] | But that was suicide, I don' t live in Judah' s eyes |
[00:47.07] | Half of these rappers weren' t trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die |
[00:49.57] | Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye |
[00:52.51] | Dre called, told my baby momma " won' t you decide" |
[00:55.01] | She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life |
[00:59.32] | And all I do is ride |
[01:00.89] | Before I turn on em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground |
[01:04.95] | It' s Red Nation!!! |
[01:07.51] | Now Blood the fck up |
[01:09.01] | Everyday' s a gamble muthafcker, tough luck |
[01:11.57] | And we gon fck the World til that bitch bust nuts |
[01:13.89] | I can' t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what |
[01:16.32] | And that' s, B' s up, hoes down |
[01:18.26] | |
[01:19.95] | Lookin' in the mirror, I' m no where to be found |
[01:22.88] | Blood, I' m a dog, call me a blood hound |
[01:25.32] | Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground |
[01:28.32] | Nggas' ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole |
[01:31.38] | Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur' s halo |
[01:33.94] | One blood, plural, ngga I' m spendin' Euro' s |
[01:36.01] | Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough |
[01:38.82] | I' m up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like |
[01:41.70] | Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good |
[01:44.07] | We roll up in backwoods, ngga get to actin' stupid |
[01:46.88] | Get thrown in the back woods |
[01:48.20] | Los Angeles, home of the scandalous |
[01:50.57] | Pimp, hoes and gamblers |
[01:52.13] | 98 degree' s on Christmas |
[01:53.82] | Ngga we rollin' cannibus |
[01:55.13] | Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I' m Charles Louboutin |
[01:58.07] | The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it |
[02:00.76] | That' s my Chilingo, yeah I' m bilingual |
[02:03.51] | Ball by myself, Ochocinco |
[02:05.57] | Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars |
[02:09.01] | And everybody bleed out here, word to God |
[02:13.32] | Now Blood the fck up |
[02:14.82] | Everyday' s a gamble muthafcker, tough luck |
[02:17.45] | And we gon fck the World til the bitch bust nuts |
[02:19.82] | I can' t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what |
[02:22.51] | |
[02:23.55] | And that' s, B' s up, hoes down |
[02:26.12] | Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found |
[02:28.81] | Blood, I' m a dog, call me a blood hound |
[02:30.86] | Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground |
[02:33.86] | Russia got a Red Flag |
[02:35.87] | US got Red Stripes |
[02:36.87] | Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes |
[02:39.68] | Che Guevara of the New Era, test me |
[02:42.12] | Louieville slugger, you' ll get buried in my era |
[02:44.93] | Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum |
[02:47.37] | Walk in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum |
[02:50.06] | Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren |
[02:53.99] | Her and the car foreign |
[02:55.74] | Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on |
[02:58.24] | And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan |
[03:01.12] | Where my ngga Jim Jones at? |
[03:03.24] | Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song |
[03:06.43] | And while I' m out here, I might as well go shopping |
[03:09.56] | And put this new bad btch I got her some red bottoms |
[03:12.37] | And all these hatin' ass nggas want me dead |
[03:14.31] | Cause I' m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED |
[03:20.18] | Now Blood the fck up |
[03:21.31] | Everyday' s a gamble muthafcker, tough luck |
[03:22.37] | And we gon fck the World til the bitch bust nuts |
[03:25.31] | I can' t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what |
[03:29.00] | And that' s, B' s up, hoes down |
[03:31.31] | Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found |
[03:33.93] | Blood, I' m a dog, call me a blood hound |
[03:36.25] | Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground |
[03:38.87] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Lyon Valenzano Carter, Guen |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Lyon Valenzano Carter, Guen |
[00:21.57] | Throw your muthafcking Cincinnati hats in the sky |
[00:23.94] | Ngga don' t ask why |
[00:25.13] | Red laces in and out of them Air Max ' 95' s |
[00:28.13] | I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June |
[00:30.26] | Any ngga want drama I kick up a sand dune |
[00:32.94] | Peace to my man ' Tune for giving his man room |
[00:35.57] | Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun |
[00:38.01] | Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it |
[00:41.26] | Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted |
[00:43.76] | But that was suicide, I don' t live in Judah' s eyes |
[00:47.07] | Half of these rappers weren' t trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die |
[00:49.57] | Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye |
[00:52.51] | Dre called, told my baby momma " won' t you decide" |
[00:55.01] | She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life |
[00:59.32] | And all I do is ride |
[01:00.89] | Before I turn on em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground |
[01:04.95] | It' s Red Nation!!! |
[01:07.51] | Now Blood the fck up |
[01:09.01] | Everyday' s a gamble muthafcker, tough luck |
[01:11.57] | And we gon fck the World til that bitch bust nuts |
[01:13.89] | I can' t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what |
[01:16.32] | And that' s, B' s up, hoes down |
[01:18.26] | |
[01:19.95] | Lookin' in the mirror, I' m no where to be found |
[01:22.88] | Blood, I' m a dog, call me a blood hound |
[01:25.32] | Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground |
[01:28.32] | Nggas' ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole |
[01:31.38] | Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur' s halo |
[01:33.94] | One blood, plural, ngga I' m spendin' Euro' s |
[01:36.01] | Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough |
[01:38.82] | I' m up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like |
[01:41.70] | Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good |
[01:44.07] | We roll up in backwoods, ngga get to actin' stupid |
[01:46.88] | Get thrown in the back woods |
[01:48.20] | Los Angeles, home of the scandalous |
[01:50.57] | Pimp, hoes and gamblers |
[01:52.13] | 98 degree' s on Christmas |
[01:53.82] | Ngga we rollin' cannibus |
[01:55.13] | Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I' m Charles Louboutin |
[01:58.07] | The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it |
[02:00.76] | That' s my Chilingo, yeah I' m bilingual |
[02:03.51] | Ball by myself, Ochocinco |
[02:05.57] | Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars |
[02:09.01] | And everybody bleed out here, word to God |
[02:13.32] | Now Blood the fck up |
[02:14.82] | Everyday' s a gamble muthafcker, tough luck |
[02:17.45] | And we gon fck the World til the bitch bust nuts |
[02:19.82] | I can' t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what |
[02:22.51] | |
[02:23.55] | And that' s, B' s up, hoes down |
[02:26.12] | Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found |
[02:28.81] | Blood, I' m a dog, call me a blood hound |
[02:30.86] | Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground |
[02:33.86] | Russia got a Red Flag |
[02:35.87] | US got Red Stripes |
[02:36.87] | Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes |
[02:39.68] | Che Guevara of the New Era, test me |
[02:42.12] | Louieville slugger, you' ll get buried in my era |
[02:44.93] | Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum |
[02:47.37] | Walk in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum |
[02:50.06] | Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren |
[02:53.99] | Her and the car foreign |
[02:55.74] | Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on |
[02:58.24] | And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan |
[03:01.12] | Where my ngga Jim Jones at? |
[03:03.24] | Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song |
[03:06.43] | And while I' m out here, I might as well go shopping |
[03:09.56] | And put this new bad btch I got her some red bottoms |
[03:12.37] | And all these hatin' ass nggas want me dead |
[03:14.31] | Cause I' m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED |
[03:20.18] | Now Blood the fck up |
[03:21.31] | Everyday' s a gamble muthafcker, tough luck |
[03:22.37] | And we gon fck the World til the bitch bust nuts |
[03:25.31] | I can' t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what |
[03:29.00] | And that' s, B' s up, hoes down |
[03:31.31] | Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found |
[03:33.93] | Blood, I' m a dog, call me a blood hound |
[03:36.25] | Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground |
[03:38.87] |