下载歌曲：b*tch Don’t Kill My Vibe (Remix)

[Hook]
I am a sinner… who’s probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me… Lord forgive me
Things I don’t understand
Sometimes I need to be alone…
b*tch don’t kill my vibe, b*tch don’t kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I’m yellin’
b*tch don’t kill my vibe, b*tch don’t kill my vibe
b*tch don’t kill my vibe, b*tch don’t kill my vibe

[Kendrick Lamar]
Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich
Hold up – Trinidad James in four weeks
But now my album platinum and sh*t, so what?
Y’all keep the numbers
I’m more than another statistic, my n*gga
This is courtesy of Compton
Brooklyn go hard, motherf-cker
Love me on the East like I’m Chuck D
Dominicans wish I was born there
I’m lookin’ to be the god emcee
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I look at the game and see porn there
I’m f-ckin’ this industry hard
I’m back at this money, tea bagging your honey
You thought I was fresh out the yard
Don’t cry to me dummy, you’re lightweight
They tell me you nice and I’m like “wait…”
Go get me a knife, you’re lookin’ like steak
And when the stakes are high, I stakeout for days
And when the water resides, you’ll probably lose shape
We ain’t thirsty n*gga, never alert me, n*gga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me, n*gga, this is a burpee
Lyrical exercise – right now, homie, I’m in an extra vibe
Pipe down, on the curb when you heard that I got these words
To the upper echelon, that’s extra long

[Hook]

[Jay-Z]
Up in the clouds – me and my spouse
Rumors on the ground gettin’ too loud, please turn them sh*ts down
Can’t hear myself think…
Turbulence, sh*t, almost spilled my drink
In the White House with with a mink
Runnin’ through that b*tch like it’s my house
All up in the hall like a mall
Told you motherf-ckers, all I do is ball
No, I don’t ‘member you, I don’t intend to
Empty my memory bank, it’s a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
Next to Hilary smellin’ like dank
Presidental pardon, name one n*gga out there harder than him
I’ll wait…
I’ve been in my wave like 20 years straight
I’ve been on my vibe like 20 years straight
Don’t f-ck up my high, f-ck up my high…
Nights like this, I could f-ck up a pie
And still be straight
Fall back, b*tch, I got a lot on my plate
Don’t waste my breath…
I don’t know how many moons a n*gga got left
Back to this joint… smokin’ this sh*t like I’m tryna’ prove a point
I’m the highest, the highest title, numero uno
Kill my vibe, that’s your motherf-ckin’ funeral

[Kendrick Lamar]
Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals
n*ggas pissed off
I’ll end this lil’ diss sh*t, unleashing my fart
Leader of the new school
On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I’d be Black Swan?
World in my palms
Ironically, I am the Globe Trotter’s best cause I didn’t drop the ball
Told n*ggas when I was 16 that I’d write a 16
To put a n*gga right on the big screen
In a Paddy Wagon with 16
Should have been in the pen, but now my pen writin’ with morphine
I heal n*ggas, touch down with more fiends
I kill n*ggas, audio crack, Khakis to meal tickets
Cardio lap – was runnin’ for dear life, but now I’m runnin’ the map
Picture little old me givin’ a f-ck from what a f-ck n*gga’s got to say
n*gga, you’ll never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
You ain’t get killed in Vegas, or in a Suburban
Puff Daddy wasn’t your favourite, so many washed up with detergent
But I don’t dry tears, I just aim at ‘em on purpose like “BLAP!”
Empty fourteen like “BLAP!”
Empty out another magazine like “BLAP!”
Let a young n*gga get by
I kill ‘em all when they tryna kill my vibe
I am the bad, the good guy, the last the ‘hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shyne’s a black Beatle, I need a 10-second drum solo
b*tch, see you at Woodstock…
[Outro]

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