{"id":49409,"date":"2012-12-21T06:13:59","date_gmt":"2012-12-20T22:13:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=49409"},"modified":"2012-12-21T16:14:35","modified_gmt":"2012-12-21T08:14:35","slug":"asap-rocky-ft-kendrick-lamar-x-yelawolf-1-train-%e6%ad%8c%e8%af%8d-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=49409","title":{"rendered":"ASAP Rocky Ft. Kendrick Lamar x Yelawolf… \u2013 1 Train (\u6b4c\u8bcd\/ Lyrics)"},"content":{"rendered":"

ASAP Rocky Ft. Kendrick Lamar, Yelawolf, Action Bronson, Big KRIT, Danny Brown & Joey BADA$$ \u2013 1 Train
\n[iPad, iPhone\u7528\u6237 \u70b9\u51fb\u8fd9\u91cc\u64ad\u653e<\/a>]<\/p>\n

\u70b9\u51fb\u4e0b\u8f7d\u6b4c\u66f2\uff1a 1 Train\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n

[A$AP Rocky]
\nFeeling like a vigilante or a missionary
\nTell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready
\nSend ’em to the cemetary with obituaries
\nDon’t be scared, n*gga, is you ready?
\nI’ve been thinking ’bout all the O’s in my bank account
\nX the O’s in my bed is ’round the same amount
\nEver since all this new star fame came about
\nOr ever since me and Drizzy started hangin’ out
\nYoung boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
\nTransition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
\nDrugs slang in the drug game with the hustling
\n(I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train
\nBag made of Goyard, cheffin’ like I’m Boyar-
\nDee, probably selling D in your local courtyard
\nBraids like I’m O-Dog, my la familia go hard
\nDown to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws<\/p>\n

[Kendrick Lamar]
\nWe outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got ‘proached at
\nWith a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
\nI roll past and I blaze y’all like, “DOO DOO!” I hate y’all
\nWhen the beef cooked, I ate y’all like, “Mmm mmm,” let’s play ball
\nIn a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
\nMy K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone
\nThat banana clip, straight from the rip
\nI’ll make that shirt say RIP, I’m on some sh*t
\nIf I’m not the hottest then Hell must’ve froze over
\nYou thought it was safe then forgot what the code was
\nI carry traits of a traumatized soldier
\nDon’t look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
\nSpine right out of place, give me dap like you ‘posed ta
\nDarts at your posters, dark nights like this
\nI metamorph like I’m ‘posed ta, I might slice my wrist
\nOr pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff<\/p>\n

[Joey Bada$$]
\nBarely even conscious, talking to my conscience
\nGettin’ deeper in these flows like conches
\nI’m on my convict, don’t drop bars, I drop prisons
\nDon’t sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
\nSomehow bypassed the bias and the -isms
\nThe violence and the killin’, so given
\nThey seen my pigment and thought that was the ign’ance
\nUnfortunately I am not that type of niglet
\nBut pass the pot let me skillet
\nJust got back to the block from a 6 o’clock with Jigga
\nAnd I’m thinkin’ ’bout signin’ to the Roc
\nBut my n*ggas on the block still assigned to the rocks
\nAnd I swear it hurt me soul
\nI try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their sales
\nLike you’re only gon’ end up either dead or in jail
\nBut you my n*gga, wish you the best for real<\/p>\n

[Yelawolf]
\nWhen you mention my name amongst other white rappers
\nOr for that matter, any f-ckin’ rapper, f-ck it
\nPainter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin’
\nBurger flippin’, eat, sleep, sh*ttin’ human bein’, you would be in
\nTrouble to body double or couple me to these others
\nCause comparatively speakin’, my reach is beyond the bubble
\nThat they put me in, my vision’s beyond the Hubble’s
\nI huddle with Nubians, new beginning again
\nYou in school at 10, late, Radioactive’s goin’ gold
\nAnd so? GREAT. Do I give a flying duck
\nIf I’m applyin’ love to my rhymin’ plus alignin’ us?
\nAlabama’s climbin’ up, wait, no I don’t give a
\nFlying duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
\nMotherf-ck your life, p-ssy blood clot
\nAin’t never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
\nAnd thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf<\/p>\n

[Danny Brown]
\nWeed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
\nAnd my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
\nAntsy cause I’m high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
\nMoonwalkin’ on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
\nb*tch p-ssy smell like a penguin
\nWouldn’t hit that sh*t with my worst enemy’s penis
\nb*tch when I say this I mean this: “Ho, I’m the meanest”
\nd*ck so big, stretch from Earth to Venus
\nThat molly got me nauseous, On sh*t, no Auschwitz
\nLawless, obnoxious, on that “suck my cock” sh*t
\nThat is my synopsis, ostrich pot sh*t
\nHoes on some God sh*t, stop it! You not this!
\nNovice, regardless, heartless and awkward
\nCryin’ tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
\nAdonis smokin’ chronic ’bout to vomit gin and tonic
\nJust bein honest, tell me, isn’t that ironic?<\/p>\n

[Action Bronson]
\nSwiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860
\nA heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake with me
\nThe moon\u2019s reflection off the lake hit me
\nYou should’ve stayed with me
\nNow many Asian b*tches lay with me
\nThe face is silky like a tablecloth
\nMy shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
\nRed roses drop on boxes very often
\nConfetti torture, drinking Henny like I’m Kenny Lofton
\nOutstandin’
\nI fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
\nYou see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon
\nThe cloud of smoke like the phantom
\nDamn this sh*t tastes like fantastic
\nYou see me comin’ through in each state
\nJust so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
\nCuffed to my wrist I\u2019ve got the briefcase
\nThe gavel slam, I\u2019m a free man, try not to eat ham<\/p>\n

[Big K.R.I.T.]
\nBig KRIT, shawty
\nSpit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
\nEyes closed, the black is back, out come the ‘Lac with flats
\nAfter that, bottles I can\u2019t pronounce, like, \u201cHow you ask for that?\u201d
\nWhy you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
\nAll I had was rap, when all they had was wack
\nAll I wanted was love, all they had was dap
\nf-ck them haters and f-ck them hoes and cherish your wins
\nThe aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a b*tch
\nWalk the plank or break a bank, I\u2019ve been in the business of sinkin’ ships
\nChokin’ n*ggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
\nResuscitations cost the label, I\u2019m taxing if you want a hit
\nClear, f-ck your career, b*tch, I was born here
\nBeen a killer, \u201886er, n*gga, that\u2019s my born year
\nGet the f-ck from \u2018round here, that\u2019s just my country ways
\nSuckin’ on your momma\u2019s titty, b*tchin’ while I was choppin’ blade
\nGrippin\u2019 grain, f-ckin\u2019 hoes, candy paint like Everglades
\nMiss me with that rapper chatter, take that sh*t up with my bass
\nI put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me?
\nMost rappers hoping the world end so they won\u2019t have to drop another album
\nB.B. King saw the king in me, so why can\u2019t you?
\nIn order to come up close, you\u2019ll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
\nMuddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
\nf-ck your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey\u2019s *ss
\nThat\u2019s out of line, but in living color?
\nI\u2019m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherf-ckers, a true artist<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"