- 歌词
- 专辑列表
Nino Bless
-
Fuck the Rap Game
This rap game is in a dry spell And every rapper asks the same questions to themselves 'how can I sell?' I go online to see how the sites feel They post the shit they hate on the most, yet they cry still Whining all the time 'hip hop is dead these days an I wish it was '99″ And I'm searching for better ways Like u ain't gotta post a song everyday A renegade who took sumthin from Jay Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How u tell folks who built a buzz on the net They never was when I checked Til their pub got a check Blogs used to be for he who built rhyme clout Now these labels wanna go the unsigned route This shit is my house Crook's and Saigon's These suits seen our vehicle work and they hitched a ride on (right on) I tell it in rhyme form Am I wrong? U bicker while playing this guy's song I log on and next thing see you bitchin about The state of rap And u blame it on some kids from the south I admit this shit's in a drought But how u helpin this out? U the reason why they feelin the slouch U keep givin em slots to be fair That's how I'm out Now here, I don't care I'm still airing em out Hear me out now Feel me, let me talk Many doubt, there's a cloud hanging all over New York I know The Source would say I'm next to take off But I ain't tryin to pay to be on Off The Radar
These days all I hear is (FUCK THE RAP GAME) Everybody wanna cry (FUCK THE RAP GAME) 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Everybody wanna scream (FUCK THE RAP GAME) I'm tired of ya'll saying (FUCK THE RAP GAME) 'I Hate this shit!' (FUCK THE RAP GAME) 'Why is this on!' (FUCK THE RAP GAME)
Rock a bye baby If Pac's alive, save me How could y'all hate me? Hip hop's alive, thank me I don't get a 5 cause I ain't Jay-Z Plus all these lames sneaking under fake names rate me Wait, here's the best way to get up in the game Get a chain then you pay a rapper with a little name Get some bars and the hook? Fuck it, get T-Payne, have him sing anything That's all the radio is playing Shit, do it yourself on Autotune And you could watch your stock go boom! Monkey see monkey do I do me, fuck u dudes oh these spicks comin through? Tuck your jewels! DJ's will say that you're dope, that's great But they need a few stacks from you to host your tape Cuz you hold no weight Even with your dope rhymes That don't matter these days dog You need a co-sign Gotta go with the times Ya music don't mean nothing To get a buzz hit World Star, screen stuntin E-thuggin, that's why the game is suckin Damn I thought Obama said change was comin? Now, what's the main lesson we've learned? Look kids, cry all you want but you contribute to the bullshit And I know you don't think that I'm wrong But even after this track you'll still sing that sad song And you know how that goes…
-
|