John Lennon - Drakeo the Ruler & JoogSzn

那年冬天 子彈 它給了你自由 沒了 軀殼 就活在人們心中 看著 今天 你會笑還是會搖頭 整個世界 曾經 都跟著你作夢 如今和平 依然在歌曲裡頭 猜忌 戰火 還跟著我一起生活 能不能暫時把你的勇氣給我 在夢想快消失的時候 讓我的歌 用力的穿過天空 為我愛的人做一秒英雄 一顆紅豆 為何 想單挑這宇宙 都要怪你 在我心中播了種 一把吉他 就想對抗萬千炮火 玩著遊戲 出糗 喧鬧的攝影棚 怪獸 石頭 默默的吐在廁所 Okay 再來 要世界為我們感動 能不能暫時把你的勇氣給我 在夢想快消失的時候 讓我的歌 用力的穿過天空 為愛我的人做一秒英雄 能不能暫時把你的夢想給我 在勇氣快消失的時候 總有一天 要人們叫我披頭 最後沒成功 也做過最美的夢 能不能暫時把你的勇氣給我 在夢想快消失的時候 讓我的歌 用力的穿過天空 為我愛的人做一秒英雄 能不能暫時把你的夢想給我 在勇氣快消失的時候 總有一天 要人們叫我披頭 最後沒成功 也做過最美的夢 沒有遺憾 最美的夢

Hey, hey, hey, alright Hey, hey, hey, alright My intentions are good I use my intuition, it takes me for a ride But I never understood Other people's superstitions It seemed like suicide As I play the game of life I try to make it better each and every day And when I struggle in the night The magic of the music seems to light the way Intuition takes me there Intuition takes me everywhere Well, my instincts are fine I had to learn to use them in order to survive And time after time confirmed an old suspicion It's good to be alive And when I'm deep down and out And lose communication With nothing left to say It's then I realize it's only a condition Of seeing things that way Intuition takes me there Intuition takes me anywhere It takes me anywhere, alright Intuition takes me there Intuition takes me there Intuition takes me there Intuition takes me there Intuition takes me there Intuition takes me there

Love is real Real is love Love is feeling Feeling love Love is wanting To be loved Love is touch Touch is love Love is reaching Reaching love Love is asking To be loved Love is you You and me Love is knowing We can be Love is free Free is love Love is living Living love Love is needing To be loved

Mud spillin' in the Dawn This a chop, this a stick, bro, which one you want? Finna do a nigga sleazy, we tore down Neimans Niggas wanna be me, all these bitches meat-eaters Hit her with the meat cleaver, this a streetsweeper Somebody needs to call the Airbnb people I hit her with the meat cleaver, this a streetsweeper Somebody needs to call the Airbnb people (Ron-Ron do that shit) Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in thе yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scarеd of jail I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? On the dance floor, you know I got strong moves Ain't finna go back and forth with these old niggas If it don't fit a drum, I cannot use it Don't give a fuck about parole, I am not stupid Spin a block, finna give a nigga rock music What's the hate for? Niggas wearin' fake clothes Roll bounce, make it glitter, make it rainbow This a case closed, niggas better not say nothin' Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? Back up on my old shit, Mr. Mosely Pourin' eights of codeine, niggas better know this I grab genie from the block, we finna slow dance This nina kiss a nigga when it's time to romance Bet a million niggas gon' repeat this song after Shots fired, nigga couldn't find his phone after I don't own my masters, don't be target practice I bought F&Ns for everybody, all the rappers Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? They know what the truth is, niggas know what's goin' on, nigga Ten bricks in the car, ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Niggas know what the truth is I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? Stop playin' with me Ten whips in the yard Ten sticks in the car

Eye of the tiger (Thank You Fizzle) Shit, we know the truth (Smoov, what's good, baby?) Freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough dude, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til they popped him Willy Burger, got a tough nigga brains on my Glock here Slidin', I'm tryna find my mind 'cause I lost it Re-chalked him, he layin' in the crosswalk Gas up, we was playin', he was off guard I put 87 rounds in his smart car Freeze or get shot by the Rastas He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Shit, nigga Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky Shit, nigga Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin' When I'm on demon time, I get violent When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster Shit, nigga I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet Shit I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda Chops came from Timmy Turner, Chip Skylark His feelings from his heart, left his brains on the sidewalk I'm gon' have to get a lil' crazy, ain't my fault I had to spit a lil' paint on the drywall I just made a tough nigga quote the Bible I'll make a tough bitch turn nice like Ronda Rousey He Einstein, I'ma hit him with rocket power That's for all the fake tough face and them boxing stances It's a banana in the clip, he couldn't box chimpanzees I wanna let the K off, but my watch keep dancing I bought a Glock 17 'cause the shots is faster They like, "Drakeo such a fool, he forgot his manners" Glocks, drums, all type of fun Opps, blood all on my clothes Watch these niggas, they all act like hoes Dancing like strippers, everybody touch your toes Freeze or get shot by the Rastas He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Shit, nigga Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky Shit, nigga Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin' When I'm on demon time, I get violent When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster Shit, nigga I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet Shit I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda Shit, nigga, I wish a nigga would, like, for real, like I wish a nigga would, all Turners, Timmy Turners These niggas Chip Skylark and all that Yeah, it's the last song, nigga I don't know, November something, dog It was the last time I was in SoCal, I don't, uh I had to tell that nigga freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster Ooh, all the cops he got Know what I'm sayin', these niggas cap, these niggas just all that, nigga You gotta keep up though, like I am this shit though, like These niggas wouldn't be shit without me, nigga And don't you ever fucking forget that, nigga Nigga, I am LA, nigga Sheesh, yeah, that's my shit

You off serving three pills The Glock by the steering wheel You must think you Obama, huh? You ridin' 'round causin' problems You think nobody gon' solve 'em You think you John Gotti, huh? You wanna hit him in his brain Then go and get a change of paint He think this Grand Theft Auto You steady actin' like a boss Nigga, you only half a star But this ain't Grand Theft Auto, though You ridin' 'round with a chopper You wanna hit him and his mama You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? 'Stead you hit him and his friends Then post it all on Instagram You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? You off ten different pills Then cryin' 'bout, why I'm up in jail? 'Cause this ain't Grand Theft Auto, foe And now you cryin' 'cause he told Your killer went out like a ho Yeah, this ain't Grand Theft Auto, huh? You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? You must think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? Shit, nigga I think this Grand Theft Auto, bitch I'm finna ball out at the club And shoot it up if niggas mug I think this Grand Theft Auto I think life a game You all on side of me, like, bitch, you wanna race My life is Grand Theft Auto I'm off all type of drugs Tell my P.O. hold dick and the judge I think this Grand Theft Auto I'm a rockstar Just crashed another Bentley in the wall I think this Grand Theft Auto You wanna bang, I wanna ball But I'll slime you up in Gucci in the mall I think this Grand Theft Auto Now we up in Neiman Marcus Put some money on your head, now you a target I think this Grand Theft Auto Nigga, what you wanna do? It's really who I'm finna shoot? I think this Grand Theft Auto Nigga, what you wanna do? It's really who I'm finna shoot? I think this Grand Theft Auto Nigga, that, nigga, this, nigga livin' this life Man, it's 2020 out here Niggas out here thuggin', but Shit, man, nigga If he thuggin', don't be cryin' about the pills and all that, man Niggas be crazy out here, man Shit Nigga done shot ten niggas on camera Cryin' about, why I'm up in jail? and all that, nigga Nigga, you shot a nigga in front of the police station, bro Whining and shit, nigga Niggas be clowns, dawg Nigga, if you thuggin', then you thuggin' Man, nigga Stop tellin', stop tellin' the truth, nigga This ain't Grand Theft Auto, foe It sound cool, though, this is real life Grand Theft Auto shit is cool, though 'Til a nigga get in jail and niggas cryin' Man, Free Drakeo, he ain't do nothin' wrong Sheesh Damn, like that, Joog? Can you fly the hook back in now, Joog? You must think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? (Thank you for using GTL)

Hanging out the window, I'm a nutso, klepto Big 40 bulgin', tell me who gon' really bust, though? Heard it was beef, so I brought shit that got nuts on it Preachin' the word, I might be Creflo, hell no Shit gettin' ugly, might have to pour this Mello Yello Sheesh! I'm riding with a felony Niggas is jokes, who cosigned 'em, Bill Bellamy? "The Stinc Team, they gettin' real dollars," bitch, you tellin' me This $50K in real life, fuck all that shit you sellin' me Everybody eatin', smoothie on Big Pun mode Drakeo got that Draco, the fuck I'ma run for? Everybody tough until them guns go "blaow-blaow!" Ralfy, you blindin' me, lil' nigga think he pow-wow Big juice cup, lil' nigga, I'm magic, Don Juan, ugh Man, these niggas with the talkin' Poured in a foreign, oops, I almost Paul Walker-ed Niggas thought it was a joke when I came in with the stockings Hopping out the Batmobile, Bruce Wayne, I'm robbin' Yeah, I'm ill, though, what's the deal, though? Want to rep the Stinc Team, well, hop out and kill somethin' Rollie on my wrist came from long nights of hard thuggin' The acronym is F&N, I ain't really with that bar tusslin' Nigga, fuck the studio, I'm really in the yard thuggin' Pull up on Naomi, fifty niggas in the yard clutchin' We all got Givenchy in my pocket It's 'bout fifty niggas talkin' 'bout they robbed me Bruh, these niggas so silly In the field, rap ain't payin' no bills, it's getting tricky And on top of that, I'm poured and my fingers is gettin' itchy When you see me in the club, niggas know I'm Money Mitch-ing Wrist breaker in the club, it cost me a pretty penny Actin' like they want to get me, niggas playin' like they with it Shoot it with a pussy nigga, hope he find another kidney Pouring fives in the soda, tryna buy another kidney I'm a baller and she know I'll never call unless it's offered Natural breaking gang, no, I'm never faking I got gate scrapes on Maisons My nephew named Mason, who really want to say shit? What's that in your wallet? Shit, bald-head Jasons Ridin' in all black, but the whip Caucasian On the gang that I claim, I just made the roof brainless That's the 2 Greedy Stinc Team, and we don't do no playin' Wake him up, shake him up, chopper make him go ugh Mayday! Man down! I guess he thought he was Suge Run up on Drakeo, shit, I wish a nigga would He must not value life, but, shit, I guess it's understood What's the deal, though? Man, who real, though? It's the Ruler, everybody gotta feel for Oh, you gon' ride for me? Oh, you gon' kill for me? Pull up to this block right here 'cause we for real thuggin' Boom, boom, boom, boom, let that bitch rip If I could write a movie, I would recreate The Exorcist I'm heaven-sent, nigga think twice who you messin' with Givin' niggas hell, 'cause up top, they said the beds was full, shit Crazy, ain't that shit crazy? All this rap beef and sneak dissin' is amazing Silly-ass niggas, please get your Bin Laden up Woofin' to a nigga like I got a million followers Drakeo, calm down, time to turn this to the Holocaust Niggas know who brought the guns, niggas know who havin' fun 'Cause if I call you-know-who, you know the job is done, ugh Come on, this shit regular So cold I do 'em, man Shit, thought I fucked the streets up, but it's regular What'd I say on that other shit? I said what's that in your noggin, ha, no, no, I didn't What'd I say, I said what's that in your wallet, bald-headed Jasons? Nigga don't even carry wallets, all that Man, we ain't with all that sneak dissing, all that shit niggas be doin' Niggas know what time it is, niggas know it's regular Come on, y'all heard me, I'm the truth All that, nigga, slide in the fifty, slide in a Jag Let me know where I'm lying at Come on, let's stop playing, nigga Niggas already got a new rumor Seen 7-18 thugging in the county, niggas know what's up Ahh, tell 'em it go like this I'll beat your big homie up That's how you get that nigga, ugh Come on, stop playing Nigga, you know this shit regular, alright Nigga, shit I'm Mr. Everything, nigga, let's be real Okay, a nigga been had that, been had On some Jawar shit, been had, been had, been had, been had, nigga That nigga said he asked if it's a presi and Obama started laughin' Man, these niggas know the deal, though Free all my niggas, free Rozzy, free Flaco, Nutty Shit, Keeda, Moneybag, free Lucc', Joe, D-Rock, PK, shit Man, free all my niggas, though

(Mustard on the beat, ho) A suit and tie, you know my disguise A buck-50 on the HP like I don't have a mind And if they somehow catch up, I'ma tell 'em I was high Poured off a five, niggas tend to think I'm blind Mr. Mosely, Mr. Mosely, it's the foreign whip crasher Hanging out the window, it's the two greedy bastards Gripping on this TEC and I hope it don't jam Do whatever for the dough, you know me, Tommy Bram Think I need a dolly 'cause this stove is too heavy Whole brick in saran and the stench is kinda deadly I was in the town, had to thank Susan Lee Shot over my head, had to duck the Judases I be gone In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, we know Back at it again Mr. Big Bank Budda Blow them bands baby, bitches tend to think I'm stupid On the road again like I'm singing country music Willie, Wiliie, Willie, Wiliie, Willie, Wiliie Nelson I think he finna tell ain't no talk the homies stuff 'em He happy with the cash, put the money in the grams I don't hear the bots but they must be on they phones Shit is kinda tricky, gotta leave this shit alone And I be gone In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, we know Sorry granddad it's the Stinc meter calling In the back kicking doors tryna get all of my offer I was tryna hide but this doggie keep moaning Come here boy, I think the heater really calling me Budda ain't the only piece I bought up in this bitch 'Cause if this shit get too ugly, I'ma let off the extend Drakeo calm down, don't buss, it's no problem And I know we out far, they seeing way too many siamese 30 seconds left, there's no need for idle time Walking out with the safe, yeah, the deeds stocks and bonds But I be off drugs, shit, I'm trying not to crash Waving this brick on the side of my face, I just laugh Don't crash, tossing out the beam and the mask in the trash I know I might be sinning, I'm just tryna get the cash Before I had the Porsche, money jumping out the bed On the road, on the road, Willie tell 'em what you said I be gone In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, we know And I be gone In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds In and out fast Knock, knock, ding, dong, get the cash I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, I be gone in 60 seconds We know, we know, we know