歌曲 | Lighters Up (Amended Album Version) |
歌手 | Lil' Kim |
专辑 | Lighters Up |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Eminem & Royce Da 5'9" ft.Bruno Mars – Lighters | |
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams | |
We are right where we should be | |
With my arms out wide I open my eyes | |
And now all I wanna see | |
Is a sky full of lighters | |
A sky full of lighters | |
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up | |
I would never do nothing to let you cowards **** my world up | |
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, | |
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh | |
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king… | |
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, | |
Till nobody else even ****ing feels me, till' it kills me | |
I swear to god I'll be the ****ing illest in this music | |
There is or there ever will be, disagree? | |
Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up | |
The only thing I ever gave's using more excuses | |
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building | |
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick | |
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit | |
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite | |
You stayed the same, just cock back with this still cock you pricks | |
I love it when I tell em shove it | |
Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall said bust a leg | |
Muster cause he couldn't cut mustard mustered up nothing | |
Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz | |
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it | |
Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head | |
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it? | |
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off | |
Little hussy ass, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it | |
What difference it make? | |
What it take to get it through your thick skulls | |
As if this aint some bullshit | |
People don't usually come back this way | |
From a place that was dark as I was in | |
Just to get to this place | |
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage | |
And let it be known from this day forward | |
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me strength | |
So let em ? cause I came with 5'9′ but I feel like I'm 6'8″ | |
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams | |
We are right where we should be | |
With my arms out wide I open my eyes | |
And now all I wanna see | |
is a sky full of lighters | |
a sky full of lighters | |
By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie | |
I advance like going from toting iron to going from buying 4 or 5 of the homies to iron man outtie | |
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it | |
And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute | |
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic | |
Tell him how real he is or high I am | |
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it | |
I cried many tears, my daddy got a bad back | |
So it's only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up | |
Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years | |
I'll stop when I'm at the very top | |
You shitted on me on your way up | |
It's bout to be a scary drop | |
Cause what goes up must come down | |
You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box | |
Every hour, happy hour now | |
Life is wacky now | |
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy | |
Now I'm just the cats meooww, ow | |
Classic cow, always down for the catch wieght like Pacquaiao | |
Ya'll are doomed | |
I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me | |
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes | |
Cause now I'm in the Aston | |
I went from having my city locked up | |
To getting treated like ? Patrick | |
And now I'm fantastic | |
Compared to a weed high | |
And y'all niggas just gossiping like bitches on a radio and TV | |
See me, we fly | |
Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive | |
And how real is that | |
I remember siging my first deal and now I'm the second best I can deal with that | |
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag | |
You and I know what it's like to be kept down | |
Forced to fight | |
But tonight we're alright | |
So hold up your light | |
Let it shine | |
Cause this one's for you and me, living out our dreams | |
We are right where we should be | |
With my arms out wide I open my eyes | |
And now all I wanna see | |
Is a sky full of lighters | |
A sky full of lighters |
Eminem Royce Da 5' 9" ft. Bruno Mars Lighters | |
This one' s for you and me, living out our dreams | |
We are right where we should be | |
With my arms out wide I open my eyes | |
And now all I wanna see | |
Is a sky full of lighters | |
A sky full of lighters | |
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up | |
I would never do nothing to let you cowards my world up | |
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, | |
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh | |
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king | |
This rap game' s nipple is mine for the milking, | |
Till nobody else even ing feels me, till' it kills me | |
I swear to god I' ll be the ing illest in this music | |
There is or there ever will be, disagree? | |
Feel free, but from now on I' m refusing to ever give up | |
The only thing I ever gave' s using more excuses | |
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building | |
And pardon me if I' m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick | |
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crockoshit | |
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite | |
You stayed the same, just cock back with this still cock you pricks | |
I love it when I tell em shove it | |
Cause it wasn' t that long ago when Marshall said bust a leg | |
Muster cause he couldn' t cut mustard mustered up nothing | |
Brain fuzzy, cause he' s buzzin', woke up from that buzz | |
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it | |
Wasn' t cause he had buzzards circle around his head | |
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it? | |
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off | |
Little hussy ass, cause fck it, guess it doesn' t matter now, does it | |
What difference it make? | |
What it take to get it through your thick skulls | |
As if this aint some bullshit | |
People don' t usually come back this way | |
From a place that was dark as I was in | |
Just to get to this place | |
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage | |
And let it be known from this day forward | |
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me strength | |
So let em ? cause I came with 5' 9 but I feel like I' m 6' 8 | |
This one' s for you and me, living out our dreams | |
We are right where we should be | |
With my arms out wide I open my eyes | |
And now all I wanna see | |
is a sky full of lighters | |
a sky full of lighters | |
By the time you hear this I' ll probably already be outtie | |
I advance like going from toting iron to going from buying 4 or 5 of the homies to iron man outtie | |
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it | |
And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute | |
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic | |
Tell him how real he is or high I am | |
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it | |
I cried many tears, my daddy got a bad back | |
So it' s only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up | |
Now his career' s Lebron' s jersey in 20 years | |
I' ll stop when I' m at the very top | |
You shitted on me on your way up | |
It' s bout to be a scary drop | |
Cause what goes up must come down | |
You going down on something you don' t wanna see like a hairy box | |
Every hour, happy hour now | |
Life is wacky now | |
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy | |
Now I' m just the cats meooww, ow | |
Classic cow, always down for the catch wieght like Pacquaiao | |
Ya' ll are doomed | |
I remember when TPain aint wanna work with me | |
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes | |
Cause now I' m in the Aston | |
I went from having my city locked up | |
To getting treated like ? Patrick | |
And now I' m fantastic | |
Compared to a weed high | |
And y' all niggas just gossiping like bitches on a radio and TV | |
See me, we fly | |
Y' all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a beehive | |
And how real is that | |
I remember siging my first deal and now I' m the second best I can deal with that | |
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag | |
You and I know what it' s like to be kept down | |
Forced to fight | |
But tonight we' re alright | |
So hold up your light | |
Let it shine | |
Cause this one' s for you and me, living out our dreams | |
We are right where we should be | |
With my arms out wide I open my eyes | |
And now all I wanna see | |
Is a sky full of lighters | |
A sky full of lighters |
Eminem Royce Da 5' 9" ft. Bruno Mars Lighters | |
This one' s for you and me, living out our dreams | |
We are right where we should be | |
With my arms out wide I open my eyes | |
And now all I wanna see | |
Is a sky full of lighters | |
A sky full of lighters | |
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up | |
I would never do nothing to let you cowards my world up | |
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, | |
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh | |
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king | |
This rap game' s nipple is mine for the milking, | |
Till nobody else even ing feels me, till' it kills me | |
I swear to god I' ll be the ing illest in this music | |
There is or there ever will be, disagree? | |
Feel free, but from now on I' m refusing to ever give up | |
The only thing I ever gave' s using more excuses | |
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building | |
And pardon me if I' m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick | |
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crockoshit | |
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite | |
You stayed the same, just cock back with this still cock you pricks | |
I love it when I tell em shove it | |
Cause it wasn' t that long ago when Marshall said bust a leg | |
Muster cause he couldn' t cut mustard mustered up nothing | |
Brain fuzzy, cause he' s buzzin', woke up from that buzz | |
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it | |
Wasn' t cause he had buzzards circle around his head | |
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it? | |
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off | |
Little hussy ass, cause fck it, guess it doesn' t matter now, does it | |
What difference it make? | |
What it take to get it through your thick skulls | |
As if this aint some bullshit | |
People don' t usually come back this way | |
From a place that was dark as I was in | |
Just to get to this place | |
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage | |
And let it be known from this day forward | |
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me strength | |
So let em ? cause I came with 5' 9 but I feel like I' m 6' 8 | |
This one' s for you and me, living out our dreams | |
We are right where we should be | |
With my arms out wide I open my eyes | |
And now all I wanna see | |
is a sky full of lighters | |
a sky full of lighters | |
By the time you hear this I' ll probably already be outtie | |
I advance like going from toting iron to going from buying 4 or 5 of the homies to iron man outtie | |
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it | |
And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute | |
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic | |
Tell him how real he is or high I am | |
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it | |
I cried many tears, my daddy got a bad back | |
So it' s only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up | |
Now his career' s Lebron' s jersey in 20 years | |
I' ll stop when I' m at the very top | |
You shitted on me on your way up | |
It' s bout to be a scary drop | |
Cause what goes up must come down | |
You going down on something you don' t wanna see like a hairy box | |
Every hour, happy hour now | |
Life is wacky now | |
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy | |
Now I' m just the cats meooww, ow | |
Classic cow, always down for the catch wieght like Pacquaiao | |
Ya' ll are doomed | |
I remember when TPain aint wanna work with me | |
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes | |
Cause now I' m in the Aston | |
I went from having my city locked up | |
To getting treated like ? Patrick | |
And now I' m fantastic | |
Compared to a weed high | |
And y' all niggas just gossiping like bitches on a radio and TV | |
See me, we fly | |
Y' all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a beehive | |
And how real is that | |
I remember siging my first deal and now I' m the second best I can deal with that | |
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag | |
You and I know what it' s like to be kept down | |
Forced to fight | |
But tonight we' re alright | |
So hold up your light | |
Let it shine | |
Cause this one' s for you and me, living out our dreams | |
We are right where we should be | |
With my arms out wide I open my eyes | |
And now all I wanna see | |
Is a sky full of lighters | |
A sky full of lighters |