Phoenix 歌词
| 歌曲 | Phoenix |
| 歌手 | A$AP Rocky |
| 专辑 | LONG.LIVE.A$AP |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:14.97] | Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide, |
| [00:17.97] | Michael Jackson even passed could you scrutinize? |
| [00:21.09] | Fuck illuminati lies, sayin’lucified, |
| [00:24.58] | Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide, |
| [00:27.97] | Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide? |
| [00:31.15] | Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized? |
| [00:34.28] | Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side, |
| [00:37.46] | Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God, |
| [00:41.07] | Who am I? |
| [00:42.82] | Lord Flacko, |
| [00:44.19] | Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat or Picasso, |
| [00:47.69] | Capo Head Hancho, now my followin’s colossal, |
| [00:50.50] | Ain’t no box of? but got the chooper thought of? |
| [00:54.12] | It’s like you heard, God spoke, |
| [00:56.36] | I’ve seen the ghetto gospel, |
| [00:57.86] | The? like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low, |
| [01:00.73] | Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from? them high notes, |
| [01:04.04] | The bible or the rifle…goodbye folks. |
| [01:10.40] | |
| [01:21.60] | Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide, |
| [01:24.72] | Kurt Cobain even died could you scrutinize? |
| [01:27.59] | It’s a fine line between truth and lies, |
| [01:31.15] | Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified, |
| [01:35.45] | That’s why I never judge another nigga, |
| [01:38.01] | Life’s a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas, |
| [01:40.94] | 3-2 a bed, sheets, no covers nigga! |
| [01:44.31] | Dirty kitchen, no supper in the covers nigga, |
| [01:48.43] | Sucker niggas, |
| [01:49.36] | Wassup my niggas, |
| [01:51.36] | So my new attitude is like Fuck the niggas! |
| [01:54.61] | I grew up with niggas, |
| [01:56.29] | But don’t fuck with niggas, |
| [01:58.10] | I don’t trust them niggas, |
| [01:59.66] | Ain’t got no love for niggas, |
| [02:01.53] | Had the gold grills shine like them southern niggas, |
| [02:04.59] | Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin’ with us! |
| [02:08.03] | Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas, |
| [02:11.14] | Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas! |
| [00:14.97] | Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide, |
| [00:17.97] | Michael Jackson even passed could you scrutinize? |
| [00:21.09] | Fuck illuminati lies, sayin' lucified, |
| [00:24.58] | Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide, |
| [00:27.97] | Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide? |
| [00:31.15] | Or the thighs on my whores, they be supersized? |
| [00:34.28] | Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side, |
| [00:37.46] | Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God, |
| [00:41.07] | Who am I? |
| [00:42.82] | Lord Flacko, |
| [00:44.19] | Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat or Picasso, |
| [00:47.69] | Capo Head Hancho, now my followin' s colossal, |
| [00:50.50] | Ain' t no box of? but got the chooper thought of? |
| [00:54.12] | It' s like you heard, God spoke, |
| [00:56.36] | I' ve seen the ghetto gospel, |
| [00:57.86] | The? like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low, |
| [01:00.73] | Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from? them high notes, |
| [01:04.04] | The bible or the rifle goodbye folks. |
| [01:10.40] | |
| [01:21.60] | Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide, |
| [01:24.72] | Kurt Cobain even died could you scrutinize? |
| [01:27.59] | It' s a fine line between truth and lies, |
| [01:31.15] | Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified, |
| [01:35.45] | That' s why I never judge another nigga, |
| [01:38.01] | Life' s a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas, |
| [01:40.94] | 32 a bed, sheets, no covers nigga! |
| [01:44.31] | Dirty kitchen, no supper in the covers nigga, |
| [01:48.43] | Sucker niggas, |
| [01:49.36] | Wassup my niggas, |
| [01:51.36] | So my new attitude is like Fuck the niggas! |
| [01:54.61] | I grew up with niggas, |
| [01:56.29] | But don' t fuck with niggas, |
| [01:58.10] | I don' t trust them niggas, |
| [01:59.66] | Ain' t got no love for niggas, |
| [02:01.53] | Had the gold grills shine like them southern niggas, |
| [02:04.59] | Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us! |
| [02:08.03] | Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas, |
| [02:11.14] | Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas! |
| [00:14.97] | Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide, |
| [00:17.97] | Michael Jackson even passed could you scrutinize? |
| [00:21.09] | Fuck illuminati lies, sayin' lucified, |
| [00:24.58] | Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide, |
| [00:27.97] | Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide? |
| [00:31.15] | Or the thighs on my whores, they be supersized? |
| [00:34.28] | Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side, |
| [00:37.46] | Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God, |
| [00:41.07] | Who am I? |
| [00:42.82] | Lord Flacko, |
| [00:44.19] | Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat or Picasso, |
| [00:47.69] | Capo Head Hancho, now my followin' s colossal, |
| [00:50.50] | Ain' t no box of? but got the chooper thought of? |
| [00:54.12] | It' s like you heard, God spoke, |
| [00:56.36] | I' ve seen the ghetto gospel, |
| [00:57.86] | The? like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low, |
| [01:00.73] | Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from? them high notes, |
| [01:04.04] | The bible or the rifle goodbye folks. |
| [01:10.40] | |
| [01:21.60] | Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide, |
| [01:24.72] | Kurt Cobain even died could you scrutinize? |
| [01:27.59] | It' s a fine line between truth and lies, |
| [01:31.15] | Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified, |
| [01:35.45] | That' s why I never judge another nigga, |
| [01:38.01] | Life' s a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas, |
| [01:40.94] | 32 a bed, sheets, no covers nigga! |
| [01:44.31] | Dirty kitchen, no supper in the covers nigga, |
| [01:48.43] | Sucker niggas, |
| [01:49.36] | Wassup my niggas, |
| [01:51.36] | So my new attitude is like Fuck the niggas! |
| [01:54.61] | I grew up with niggas, |
| [01:56.29] | But don' t fuck with niggas, |
| [01:58.10] | I don' t trust them niggas, |
| [01:59.66] | Ain' t got no love for niggas, |
| [02:01.53] | Had the gold grills shine like them southern niggas, |
| [02:04.59] | Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us! |
| [02:08.03] | Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas, |
| [02:11.14] | Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas! |
| [00:14.97] | 渗透在便签的血墨，呈现着自我的灭亡 |
| [00:17.97] | 就连迈克尔杰克逊都不堪忍受你们的审视而消亡 |
| [00:21.09] | 总有人编造扯淡的谣言，我才不会上了光明会的贼船（有传言称某个说唱歌手是光明会成员） |
| [00:24.58] | 在贫民窟接受洗礼，事事都由你来决定 |
| [00:27.97] | 是选择开着豪车奔向绝路 |
| [00:31.15] | 还是和身材特好的美女玩到尽兴？ |
| [00:34.28] | 黑白之间总有战争，选好势力站队 |
| [00:37.46] | 像赞美上帝一样称颂我吧 |
| [00:41.07] | 我是谁 |
| [00:42.82] | 我是男神Flacko（A$AP Rocky的昵称，也是他作为制作人时的艺名） |
| [00:44.19] | 描绘生动画作，叫我巴斯奎特（抽象涂鸦艺术家）或毕加索（抽象画家） |
| [00:47.69] | 我的热潮席卷全球，拥有众多的追随者（Capo是早期意大利黑手党对二号人物的统称） |
| [00:50.50] | 我不会像拳击手那样用拳头去打斗，AK47才是我的保命神器（chooper暗指AK47） |
| [00:54.12] | 这犹如上帝之声的说唱 |
| [00:56.36] | 正是我早已饱览的街头福音（Ghetto Gospel是2Pac的歌，也指圣经新约里的福音书） |
| [00:57.86] | 其中的句句真理如**让我眩晕（eyes low双关），而神父让我的双眼垂暮 |
| [01:00.73] | 圣母玛利亚吟唱福音，哄我入睡（Mary Jane=Marijuana**，双关：既指自己呼多了想睡，亦指真正的宗教和教堂让自己觉得乏味无聊） |
| [01:04.04] | 圣经或是步枪？再见人类（此处像比彻家族致敬，美国著名反黑奴制度的政治活动家族） |
| [01:21.60] | 淌出笔尖的血墨，呈现着自我的灭亡 |
| [01:24.72] | 就像科特柯本面对大众严苛的审视而自我了结（科特柯本原为Nirvana主唱） |
| [01:27.59] | 真理和谎言往往只有一步之遥 |
| [01:31.15] | 耶稣从未说谎却还是被钉死在十字架上 |
| [01:35.45] | 因此我从不对别人妄加评论 |
| [01:38.01] | 生活是个**，但这个**只爱别人 |
| [01:40.94] | 3个人勉强挤在一张床，我被挤出了被窝（暗喻Rocky认为自己不被命运所眷顾） |
| [01:44.31] | 脏乱的厨房，空档的碗柜不知晚餐吃什么 |
| [01:48.43] | 恶心的家伙 |
| [01:49.36] | 你到底想怎么样 |
| [01:51.36] | 所以我的新态度是“去你的” |
| [01:54.61] | 那些所谓的童年挚友 |
| [01:56.29] | 现在我已经和他们绝交了 |
| [01:58.10] | 我不信任他们 |
| [01:59.66] | 更对他们无爱 |
| [02:01.53] | 现在我和南部说唱歌手一样拥有闪亮的金牙（Rocky受南部风格影响颇深） |
| [02:04.59] | 保持真实引发全球追逐我们的热浪 |
| [02:08.03] | 曾经你们不把我当回事 |
| [02:11.14] | 如今我已经是你们世界的主宰，我劝你们去找个掩护吧 |
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