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Money Don't Own Me歌詞
  • 歌手:RZA
    歌詞出處:http://ssgv4xm.cn

    My woman, and my money, don't own me...
    I've got to, keep holding, my own
    Heaven, heaven...
    The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives
    Digital brain is the closest to Moses
    Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister
    Revitalize the game, the names on the poster
    The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes
    The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face
    It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it
    Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait
    The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall
    The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra
    It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha
    Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star
    I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent
    You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went
    You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince
    Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent
    You can't still convent, don't have seven cents
    Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent
    Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went?
    I told you these words are heaven sent
    It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock
    If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop
    If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop
    Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props
    Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran
    Three six letterman, Monk's the name
    Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames
    Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name
    With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it
    Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it
    Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong
    I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song
    Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics
    Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics
    My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this
    Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice
    Why yes, am I next to impress
    D-T-S, bless the best, no cess
    Stress, from guess to gold press
    The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds
    But this is the new improved shit
    '08 from the AMG, '92, bitch
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  • [ti:Money Don't Own Me]
    [ar:RZA]
    [al:Digi Snacks]
    [by:李澤昊]
    [03:25.30][01:46.30][00:00.60]My woman, and my money, don't own me...
    [03:37.53][01:57.56][00:12.50]I've got to, keep holding, my own
    [00:40.54]Heaven, heaven...
    [00:44.36]The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives
    [00:47.02]Digital brain is the closest to Moses
    [00:49.98]Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister
    [00:53.08]Revitalize the game, the names on the poster
    [00:56.18]The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes
    [00:59.27]The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face
    [01:02.37]It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it
    [01:05.62]Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait
    [01:08.70]The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall
    [01:11.76]The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra
    [01:14.81]It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha
    [01:18.17]Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star
    [01:20.98]I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent
    [01:24.82]You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went
    [01:27.33]You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince
    [01:30.71]Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent
    [01:33.43]You can't still convent, don't have seven cents
    [01:37.00]Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent
    [01:39.83]Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went?
    [01:43.57]I told you these words are heaven sent
    [02:07.63]It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock
    [02:10.32]If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop
    [02:13.68]If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop
    [02:16.71]Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props
    [02:20.00]Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran
    [02:23.26]Three six letterman, Monk's the name
    [02:26.12]Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames
    [02:29.17]Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name
    [02:32.24]With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it
    [02:35.51]Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it
    [02:38.67]Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong
    [02:41.51]I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song
    [02:44.73]Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics
    [02:47.82]Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics
    [02:51.20]My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this
    [02:54.20]Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice
    [03:06.36]Why yes, am I next to impress
    [03:09.51]D-T-S, bless the best, no cess
    [03:12.73]Stress, from guess to gold press
    [03:15.95]The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds
    [03:18.97]But this is the new improved shit
    [03:22.15]'08 from the AMG, '92, bitch
    [03:49.55]
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