Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Звук


Интерфейс


Уровень сложности


Акцент



язык интерфейса

ru

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
зарегистрироваться / войти
Lyrkit

донат

5$

Lyrkit

донат

10$

Lyrkit

донат

20$

Lyrkit

Или поддержи меня в соц. сетях:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Lund

Mind

 

Mind

(альбом: blkbird - 2017)


Whoa, this is kinda cool
Can I help you ladies?
Oh, yeah, what is this?
Oh yeah I like that too. It's actually a Senegalese lute, carved from deerwood, used for fertility rituals
Cool
Oh, and you can put your weed in there
Oh, check this out

[Lund:]
Diamonds like a iceberg, money in the bank
Leave you dripping like a faucet baby I don't play
Why you fucking with these other guys? They can't compete
Oh no, they can't compete
With all that I do, 'cause baby now I'm on a roll (I'm on a roll)
Can't fuck with you now I got dough, cause now I got lobster and steak on my plate (switch up)
Eating healthy like dank (bless up)
X-ray vision you fake (fake)
So get the fuck outta my face (bitch)
See only you can change your placement
Dedication make you what you are
Dedication turn you to a star
See this is the power of mind versus the struggle of time
And I'm living proof if you do what you love, it will pay off if you grind
Yeah, but you keep on wasting your time

You drink all this little water up
So you can grow up to be a nice strong chronic plant
Yes, yes, and then you'll be smoked by all the rappers
And make them do a whole lot of dumb shit that fuck up their careers

[Joey:]
Bitch I need a hundred-thousand for the cadence, ah yeah
Losing patience guess that's prolly why I'm staying high
They gone play this when I'm laying in the grave I swear
Never care' bout what they think or what they saying bra
Ice up in my fist I got that forty ounce
Know I make it drip when lil' shorty bounce
Take another sip yeah baby make it count
And I just copped a swisher bout to break it down
If I don't know you please don't act like you know me
I got too many of these fakes been tryna act like they homies
But they don't know what is at stake 'cause all these rappers baloney
All the real ones dying out why me and ℒund be so lonely?

готово

Ты добавил себе все незнакомые слова из этой песни?