YAWN歌詞

作詞 : 99 God/黃敬博
作曲 : 99 God/黃敬博
黃敬博：
太多rapper聽著我的flow
他們只能靠後
everybody在你頭上暴扣
我的人生只有說唱看到我的技巧看我如何balling chilling talking
wow
我的時間都會用在hustle hard
我在努力成為一個rapstar
面對faker hater 都在冷嘲熱諷
god watch me your getting goosebumps
他們只能聞著我的豪車尾氣看著我的周圍環境跟他們都不太一樣
one day one game one thing
我的homie 開了party 早已開好香檳
我是一個champion 希爾頓的房間 法拉利的座駕 like god dang 就在夏天
太多rapper 技術匱乏 就像這樣亂押
都在講著廢話
so you don't really wanna f with me
so you don't really wanna test me
so you don't really wanna copy me
oh you can't really copy me
兄弟不要看著我外表如果我的外表可以評判我的說唱技術那我把嘴閉住你也只是嫉妒不要對號入座聽著我的押韻密度耍著我快嘴我的槍口已經對準你的pg你們這些鍵盤俠我真的無奈以為自己很懂說唱半天連個p都不放不如快點把嘴閉上不要在那嘰嘰喳喳噼里啪啦所以跟著我的兄弟向你證明我在cilling everybody這是我的實力看我不爽隨時向我挑戰都會不自量力看到我的身影都是joyner eminem logic j cole
let me catch my breath
太多的hater 我看的不清楚
我發揚的精神 我寫歌在清晨
我雖然是新人 我依舊的努力
我嫻熟的技術 我嫻熟的運用
99 God：
Double 9
Hopping on the beat like appetizer
Spitting like a mkin Butterfly
Running wit the clock I don’t modify Never
I don’t give a st about the anybody else
And I made the best hitter outta anybody else
Imma eat em all the fers and I make a nick fail
Then gon pull up wit the 40 imma pull up wit no fail
Wit no fail*2
Imma giving them a hell
Imma giving them a feeling get some mfing help
Never tripping on the money Imma bout to eat a cow
Go get that st go get a bell
Rrra pun pun pun
Trigger finger count down
Hennessy bottle I bought it And I break it down down
Ain’t nobody really give a st about ur damn song
Never see a mfer living wit no pants on
I might need a baller to coke up the coca
Should I be a tutor for this world or hooter
stand like a rooster pek up the roaches
Pull up my toaster. Lame bich game over
I can say st about the mfing track
still pull back wreck on the mfing track Y’all be say st I be take lil bich bed more
running wit no sitting on the hunnid hhunid band
Ok stop again
Imma Pull up wit no mfing helping
Ok stop again
You be Running wit a Meditating heartless
Imma artist
Imma hardest
When I spit st get retarded
Got my profit
Got my target
Block my way bich imma bought it
get out my way So I can broad it
Outta my faceI been my modest
Cutting my cake I be a savage
Bouttago
Bouttago
Bouttago
Bouttago
Cartier st I body it switch playing on the beat imma little kid
run better run
Hit you wit a dunk
I be going hard til your mfers gone
Sun to the dawn
ain’t no time for fun
Spitting wit the fuels
get a trippin to the mars
I’m gone