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Lirik Lagu Arena Feat Chris Brown and T.I - B.o.B

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[Hook: Chris Brown]If anybody feeling fresh in the buildingTake your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right nowAnd say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing themI know they feeling me nowAnd if you too fresh in the buildingThen take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right nowAnd say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing themI know they feeling me now
[Verse 1: B.o.B]And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would kill forStill here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-goStraight out of Atlanta, Georgia, for any of y'all that didn't knowAnd I'm never that hard to find because 420 is my zip codeMy back then couldn't get dro, cause back then I was this brokeThat's why I got so many hustles, Bruh man from the fifth floorWhat would you do in the middle of the winterWhen the sun goes down and it gets cold?Growin' up in a house with no stove, no doors, no walls, no windowsAnd my brother was always fresherI would go to school in his clothes, when I did goSo that's why now this the type of life that I live forComin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomitI would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomachNow I'm the shit, fix the plumbingFeel with my y'all, I'm this closeSpent my whole life chasin' shit, where's Nabisco?My past memories, I miss thoseHey, all I can say is you get what you wish for
[Hook]
[Verse 2: T.I.]I'm fresh off my pit-stop, flow airtight with no ZiplocGet shit pop when my shit drop, no hip-hop, this Tip hopI'm back standin' at the tip top where I belong, it won't be long'Til you hear me on a B.o.B song, some chick gettin' my skeet onTo touch the sole of my feet, G you gon' have to get your reach onI'm up all the way high, all the way fly on the ground and I'm off the radarBernie Madoff money, dawg got killers paid off with it allI got the juice, could you place a call and we place a call to who place a callDon't get your part and not too hard, I disregard what you sayBack up the trunk and pass the buck, here's where I'm stoppin' todayGot swag all on me, homie, can't wipe it away we too ill, illThat's how we got arenas, dumps, and stadiums feelHow you feel?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: B.o.B]And I'm still here with a black whip from the strange cloudsAnd I'm still here with the same team, nigga stay downStill here for the east side, ain't a thing change but the bank accountHands high when I come 'round cause I'm killin this shit nigga, hands downAnd I go hard, my passport's like a postcardGive a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squadWith the soul of a soldier but even still I don't want no partsAnd no niggas with no hearts, you cocksuckers need throat guardsI'm throwed off for the most part, a young dog with an old barkFlow dumb, but I'm so smart, I compose art, call me MozartMy nightlife's like a soap opera with two chicks like it's Noah's arkThey got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like "Oh God!"From a poor child to on top like a mohawkBut I always knew I'd go far bike a gas truck with no parkSo no applause, hold the applauseJust put your hand up if you know the song
[Hook x2]