歌曲 | 6 Million |
歌手 | Do or Die |
专辑 | Picture This |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lindley, Round, Round, Smith | |
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways to die | |
Double em' i lock the glock | |
To pop open up six more (??) | |
Seventeen at the knees | |
Freeze a brother like a holocall | |
On the call to get all the rip off the adimin | |
To break a tip off the other men | |
Did we bury the men | |
Cause i'm gonna carry the man | |
In the land with a zombie again and me zombie again | |
My triple beam is my only friend | |
Then see become reality | |
(??) it's hard to breathe | |
(??) it's hard to leave | |
So when you all deceased | |
To forgot to grill | |
You ain't hard to kill | |
Flip this ************ go rich | |
Closed caskets, dresses | |
I, i, come with a meal | |
************t, cause on the real (************t) | |
I could pick off | |
The lick off for real | |
Click, get my steel fixed, ************t | |
Doin' what i wanna do | |
Doin' what i gotta do | |
Gotta do what i wanna do, ****** | |
Now i can stand on that like nor | |
Cut em' in two till them all in fours | |
If you can stand erect | |
Give the man a check | |
So watch them in a pex | |
See if they all the tag | |
Catch the t, italy to the b | |
Another enemy sprintin' to the meal | |
(??) never have to spree | |
Buddy love from the kennedy | |
E where we he say a-k kara a-k | |
Spray two to me (??) | |
Date two nine double in ya'll | |
If all fall | |
I pretend to take off for | |
Killa kill em' all | |
Come and see what you never saw | |
In the raw | |
************, row, ************, row, ************, row, ************, row | |
I close his eye | |
Them ****** with the indeg | |
Shoot him up with two tens | |
Don't give a ****** who flex | |
Now ask these blue | |
I'm gonnask these blue chick | |
Chorus x2 | |
Flip this ************ get rich (6 million ways to die) | |
Closed casket, dresses | |
I, i, come with a meal (you on the real) | |
You just dead rum (you just dead rum) | |
A head strong | |
In a red zone | |
Killin ******s is a missemee | |
Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen | |
Muset decide if i can't in a ****** drink slug | |
Gotta ride from the side on the barrel | |
The unseen | |
What i mean | |
Remember (??) | |
Leavin' ******s on the scene like vegetables | |
And next you know | |
******' with the thug | |
(??) of blood | |
Put you like a rug | |
I'm gonna die | |
I'm on the ground for long | |
Sayin ' but this is the lid | |
Cause a god, bet'cha ya know | |
Why don't you slow down | |
****** wanna throw down | |
Slippin' in the clip | |
And you know with the four pound | |
****** gonna pop the pill | |
But won't shoot to kill | |
So why you shoot to thrill | |
Because your heart ain't real | |
I'm let loose the steel | |
And afta i'm a peel | |
The brother shot, ****** a ****** | |
When his bod is steel | |
Cuz (??) | |
I'm shootin' dums and um | |
Sucka it's just for fun | |
And once i'm on the run | |
I'm unstopable, dropable | |
Keep my eyes on the obstacle | |
Itty bitty bang bang | |
Mother****** to the head | |
Leave him dead | |
Pain't a picture red | |
Cause he's hard | |
Leave him in the darn | |
****** dis god | |
If you starve | |
Gotta deal with my mom | |
****** bawl | |
If you hard | |
Cause finish the dime is my motto | |
And um | |
It's get to rip your test go | |
Let's go | |
Done throw those water hoes | |
Still the same just like ago | |
Cause a holocall | |
How you feel when you dealin' with a real g | |
Chorus x2 | |
6 million, 6 million | |
************, ************.... | |
Enter your neighborhood like vietnam | |
Everywhere i step theres a dead body | |
But yo've never got ************t on my body party | |
And when you see me that's no surprise | |
To your eyes, you realize | |
When i drop bomb everyone dies | |
It's seems to me you other ******s wanna test my skills | |
Me for real | |
When i come with this 187 | |
I'm from that ill state | |
In and makin' me be impossible (me, me) | |
Try and touch my body | |
You got to come through obstacles | |
Come now follow | |
No remorse is what you turn and will be | |
And when ya blow me | |
Thaat's when you will die instintly | |
Can you feel me | |
Got homies that was lost in the storm | |
Reforms of evil spirits | |
The seven (??) open for the chosen ever spoken | |
6 million ways to die | |
I'm a feed ya | |
That super natural creature | |
Just save the place and i'll beat ya | |
(??) | |
There's no one here provokin' us | |
Just scope and smoke is my mission | |
Competetor to a glance at the predetor and have ever more (little ************) | |
6 million ways to die x8 | |
6 million years to die choose one x4 |
zuo ci : Lindley, Round, Round, Smith | |
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways to die | |
Double em' i lock the glock | |
To pop open up six more ?? | |
Seventeen at the knees | |
Freeze a brother like a holocall | |
On the call to get all the rip off the adimin | |
To break a tip off the other men | |
Did we bury the men | |
Cause i' m gonna carry the man | |
In the land with a zombie again and me zombie again | |
My triple beam is my only friend | |
Then see become reality | |
?? it' s hard to breathe | |
?? it' s hard to leave | |
So when you all deceased | |
To forgot to grill | |
You ain' t hard to kill | |
Flip this go rich | |
Closed caskets, dresses | |
I, i, come with a meal | |
t, cause on the real t | |
I could pick off | |
The lick off for real | |
Click, get my steel fixed, t | |
Doin' what i wanna do | |
Doin' what i gotta do | |
Gotta do what i wanna do, | |
Now i can stand on that like nor | |
Cut em' in two till them all in fours | |
If you can stand erect | |
Give the man a check | |
So watch them in a pex | |
See if they all the tag | |
Catch the t, italy to the b | |
Another enemy sprintin' to the meal | |
?? never have to spree | |
Buddy love from the kennedy | |
E where we he say ak kara ak | |
Spray two to me ?? | |
Date two nine double in ya' ll | |
If all fall | |
I pretend to take off for | |
Killa kill em' all | |
Come and see what you never saw | |
In the raw | |
, row, , row, , row, , row | |
I close his eye | |
Them with the indeg | |
Shoot him up with two tens | |
Don' t give a who flex | |
Now ask these blue | |
I' m gonnask these blue chick | |
Chorus x2 | |
Flip this get rich 6 million ways to die | |
Closed casket, dresses | |
I, i, come with a meal you on the real | |
You just dead rum you just dead rum | |
A head strong | |
In a red zone | |
Killin s is a missemee | |
Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen | |
Muset decide if i can' t in a drink slug | |
Gotta ride from the side on the barrel | |
The unseen | |
What i mean | |
Remember ?? | |
Leavin' s on the scene like vegetables | |
And next you know | |
' with the thug | |
?? of blood | |
Put you like a rug | |
I' m gonna die | |
I' m on the ground for long | |
Sayin ' but this is the lid | |
Cause a god, bet' cha ya know | |
Why don' t you slow down | |
wanna throw down | |
Slippin' in the clip | |
And you know with the four pound | |
gonna pop the pill | |
But won' t shoot to kill | |
So why you shoot to thrill | |
Because your heart ain' t real | |
I' m let loose the steel | |
And afta i' m a peel | |
The brother shot, a | |
When his bod is steel | |
Cuz ?? | |
I' m shootin' dums and um | |
Sucka it' s just for fun | |
And once i' m on the run | |
I' m unstopable, dropable | |
Keep my eyes on the obstacle | |
Itty bitty bang bang | |
Mother to the head | |
Leave him dead | |
Pain' t a picture red | |
Cause he' s hard | |
Leave him in the darn | |
dis god | |
If you starve | |
Gotta deal with my mom | |
bawl | |
If you hard | |
Cause finish the dime is my motto | |
And um | |
It' s get to rip your test go | |
Let' s go | |
Done throw those water hoes | |
Still the same just like ago | |
Cause a holocall | |
How you feel when you dealin' with a real g | |
Chorus x2 | |
6 million, 6 million | |
, .... | |
Enter your neighborhood like vietnam | |
Everywhere i step theres a dead body | |
But yo' ve never got t on my body party | |
And when you see me that' s no surprise | |
To your eyes, you realize | |
When i drop bomb everyone dies | |
It' s seems to me you other s wanna test my skills | |
Me for real | |
When i come with this 187 | |
I' m from that ill state | |
In and makin' me be impossible me, me | |
Try and touch my body | |
You got to come through obstacles | |
Come now follow | |
No remorse is what you turn and will be | |
And when ya blow me | |
Thaat' s when you will die instintly | |
Can you feel me | |
Got homies that was lost in the storm | |
Reforms of evil spirits | |
The seven ?? open for the chosen ever spoken | |
6 million ways to die | |
I' m a feed ya | |
That super natural creature | |
Just save the place and i' ll beat ya | |
?? | |
There' s no one here provokin' us | |
Just scope and smoke is my mission | |
Competetor to a glance at the predetor and have ever more little | |
6 million ways to die x8 | |
6 million years to die choose one x4 |
zuò cí : Lindley, Round, Round, Smith | |
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways to die | |
Double em' i lock the glock | |
To pop open up six more ?? | |
Seventeen at the knees | |
Freeze a brother like a holocall | |
On the call to get all the rip off the adimin | |
To break a tip off the other men | |
Did we bury the men | |
Cause i' m gonna carry the man | |
In the land with a zombie again and me zombie again | |
My triple beam is my only friend | |
Then see become reality | |
?? it' s hard to breathe | |
?? it' s hard to leave | |
So when you all deceased | |
To forgot to grill | |
You ain' t hard to kill | |
Flip this go rich | |
Closed caskets, dresses | |
I, i, come with a meal | |
t, cause on the real t | |
I could pick off | |
The lick off for real | |
Click, get my steel fixed, t | |
Doin' what i wanna do | |
Doin' what i gotta do | |
Gotta do what i wanna do, | |
Now i can stand on that like nor | |
Cut em' in two till them all in fours | |
If you can stand erect | |
Give the man a check | |
So watch them in a pex | |
See if they all the tag | |
Catch the t, italy to the b | |
Another enemy sprintin' to the meal | |
?? never have to spree | |
Buddy love from the kennedy | |
E where we he say ak kara ak | |
Spray two to me ?? | |
Date two nine double in ya' ll | |
If all fall | |
I pretend to take off for | |
Killa kill em' all | |
Come and see what you never saw | |
In the raw | |
, row, , row, , row, , row | |
I close his eye | |
Them with the indeg | |
Shoot him up with two tens | |
Don' t give a who flex | |
Now ask these blue | |
I' m gonnask these blue chick | |
Chorus x2 | |
Flip this get rich 6 million ways to die | |
Closed casket, dresses | |
I, i, come with a meal you on the real | |
You just dead rum you just dead rum | |
A head strong | |
In a red zone | |
Killin s is a missemee | |
Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen | |
Muset decide if i can' t in a drink slug | |
Gotta ride from the side on the barrel | |
The unseen | |
What i mean | |
Remember ?? | |
Leavin' s on the scene like vegetables | |
And next you know | |
' with the thug | |
?? of blood | |
Put you like a rug | |
I' m gonna die | |
I' m on the ground for long | |
Sayin ' but this is the lid | |
Cause a god, bet' cha ya know | |
Why don' t you slow down | |
wanna throw down | |
Slippin' in the clip | |
And you know with the four pound | |
gonna pop the pill | |
But won' t shoot to kill | |
So why you shoot to thrill | |
Because your heart ain' t real | |
I' m let loose the steel | |
And afta i' m a peel | |
The brother shot, a | |
When his bod is steel | |
Cuz ?? | |
I' m shootin' dums and um | |
Sucka it' s just for fun | |
And once i' m on the run | |
I' m unstopable, dropable | |
Keep my eyes on the obstacle | |
Itty bitty bang bang | |
Mother to the head | |
Leave him dead | |
Pain' t a picture red | |
Cause he' s hard | |
Leave him in the darn | |
dis god | |
If you starve | |
Gotta deal with my mom | |
bawl | |
If you hard | |
Cause finish the dime is my motto | |
And um | |
It' s get to rip your test go | |
Let' s go | |
Done throw those water hoes | |
Still the same just like ago | |
Cause a holocall | |
How you feel when you dealin' with a real g | |
Chorus x2 | |
6 million, 6 million | |
, .... | |
Enter your neighborhood like vietnam | |
Everywhere i step theres a dead body | |
But yo' ve never got t on my body party | |
And when you see me that' s no surprise | |
To your eyes, you realize | |
When i drop bomb everyone dies | |
It' s seems to me you other s wanna test my skills | |
Me for real | |
When i come with this 187 | |
I' m from that ill state | |
In and makin' me be impossible me, me | |
Try and touch my body | |
You got to come through obstacles | |
Come now follow | |
No remorse is what you turn and will be | |
And when ya blow me | |
Thaat' s when you will die instintly | |
Can you feel me | |
Got homies that was lost in the storm | |
Reforms of evil spirits | |
The seven ?? open for the chosen ever spoken | |
6 million ways to die | |
I' m a feed ya | |
That super natural creature | |
Just save the place and i' ll beat ya | |
?? | |
There' s no one here provokin' us | |
Just scope and smoke is my mission | |
Competetor to a glance at the predetor and have ever more little | |
6 million ways to die x8 | |
6 million years to die choose one x4 |