เนื้อเพลง Gifted – N.A.S.A

เพลง : Gifted

ศิลปิน : N.A.S.A

เนื้อเพลง :

[Kanye West:]

I’m known for running my mouth

I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh

I dunno, I might have said it

I was kinda gone and light-head

And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red

And as usual, my pants tight-threaded

It seem like everybody dress tight now

And I just want my credit

Don’t get it, twist it, or dread it

I am the king and will not be headed

To the morgue no time soon, brethren

Being broke made my head hurt

So I need the bread or an Excedrin

That’ll only get my engine revving

While y’all on 10, I’m on 11

I’ma make the news be on at 7

Matter fact, I’m on this very second

I’m in first and y’all in second

And this verse only add to the freshness

Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list

What you think? Way more bitches?

I can never be too big for my britches

Y’all motherfuckers know who this is

I’m gifted

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

[Lykke Li & Santogold:]

A moment ends, I’ve got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time

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[Santogold:]

You don’t know my mind

Like I said a thousand times

I gotta stay ahead

Know what I’m fighting for

I leave you to your talk

Never seen my kind before

And you’re all so thick-headed

Follow and I know I let it

Part of me won’t let me quit

Won’t let me just not say shit

So much is there to be bored with

Can’t be still, I can’t afford it

Try to hold it in but it make me sick,

So I spit it out say the hell with it

I dream it and I build it tall

Make a way for when it falls

[Lykke Li & Santogold:]

A moment ends, I’ve got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time

A moment ends, I’ve got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the

A moment ends, I’ve got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time

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