Lirik Lagu XXX. feat. U2 - Kendrick Lamar
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America, God bless you if it's good to youAmerica please take my handCan you help me underst
Throw a steak off the yacht to a pool full of sharks he'll take itLeave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he'll make itTake the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you something woahI'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lapWalk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-ratedJohnny don't wanna go to school no more, no moreJohnny said books ain't cool no more (no more)Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousinJohnny caught a body yesterday out hustlinGod bless America you know we all love himYesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101Said they killed his only son because of insufficient fundsHe was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunkTalkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had doneHe said, "K-Dot can you pray for me? It's been a fucked up day for meI know that you anointed, show me how to overcome"He was lookin' for some closure hopin' I could bring him closerTo the spiritual, my spirit do no better but I told him"I can't sugar coat the answer for you, this is how I feelIf somebody kill my son, that mean that somebody's gettin' killed"Tell me what you do for love, loyalty and passion ofAll the memories collected, moments you could never touchI wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his blockI'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I gotI'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lapWalk myself to the court like, "bitch I did that"Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a cowardI can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of oursIt be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hourGhetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dialLet somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my womanTouch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brotherYou should chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lapMatter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back
It's not a placeThis country is to be a sound of drum and bassYou close your eyes to look around
Hail Mary, Jesus and JosephThe great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosivesCompulsive disorder, sons and daughtersBarricaded blocks and bordersLook what you taught usIt's murder on my streetY'all street, back streetsWall street, corporate offices, banksEmployees and bosses with homicidal thoughtsDonald Trump's in office, we lost Barack and promised to never doubt him againBut is America honest or do we bask in sin?Pass the gin, I mix it with American bloodThen bash him in, you crippin' or you married to blood?I'll ask again, oops, accidentIt's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice then bet us upYou overnight the big rifles then tell Fox to be scared of usGang members or terrorists et cetera et ceteraAmericas reflections of meThat's what a mirror does
It's not a placeThis country is to be a sound of drum and bassYou close your eyes to look around
Throw a steak off the yacht to a pool full of sharks he'll take itLeave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he'll make itTake the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you something woahI'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lapWalk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-ratedJohnny don't wanna go to school no more, no moreJohnny said books ain't cool no more (no more)Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousinJohnny caught a body yesterday out hustlinGod bless America you know we all love himYesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101Said they killed his only son because of insufficient fundsHe was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunkTalkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had doneHe said, "K-Dot can you pray for me? It's been a fucked up day for meI know that you anointed, show me how to overcome"He was lookin' for some closure hopin' I could bring him closerTo the spiritual, my spirit do no better but I told him"I can't sugar coat the answer for you, this is how I feelIf somebody kill my son, that mean that somebody's gettin' killed"Tell me what you do for love, loyalty and passion ofAll the memories collected, moments you could never touchI wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his blockI'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I gotI'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lapWalk myself to the court like, "bitch I did that"Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a cowardI can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of oursIt be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hourGhetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dialLet somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my womanTouch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brotherYou should chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lapMatter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back
It's not a placeThis country is to be a sound of drum and bassYou close your eyes to look around
Hail Mary, Jesus and JosephThe great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosivesCompulsive disorder, sons and daughtersBarricaded blocks and bordersLook what you taught usIt's murder on my streetY'all street, back streetsWall street, corporate offices, banksEmployees and bosses with homicidal thoughtsDonald Trump's in office, we lost Barack and promised to never doubt him againBut is America honest or do we bask in sin?Pass the gin, I mix it with American bloodThen bash him in, you crippin' or you married to blood?I'll ask again, oops, accidentIt's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice then bet us upYou overnight the big rifles then tell Fox to be scared of usGang members or terrorists et cetera et ceteraAmericas reflections of meThat's what a mirror does
It's not a placeThis country is to be a sound of drum and bassYou close your eyes to look around
