XXX. FEAT. U2 Letra |
Artista: Kendrick Lamar
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XXX. FEAT. U2 letra de Kendrick Lamar lyrics
| (Bono:) |
| America, God bless you if it's good to you |
| America please take my hand |
| Can you help me underst.. |
| (Kendrick Lamar:) |
| Throw a steak off the yacht to a pool full of sharks he'll take it |
| Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he'll make it |
| Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you something woah |
| I'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 lap |
| Walk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-rated |
| Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more |
| Johnny said books ain't cool no more (no more) |
| Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin |
| Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin |
| God bless America you know we all love him |
| Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101 |
| Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds |
| He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk |
| Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done |
| He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me? It's been a fucked up day for me |
| I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome" |
| He was lookin' for some closure hopin' I could bring him closer |
| To the spiritual, my spirit do no better but I told him |
| "I can't sugar coat the answer for you, this is how I feel |
| If somebody kill my son, that mean that somebody's gettin' killed" |
| Tell me what you do for love, loyalty and passion of |
| All the memories collected, moments you could never touch |
| I wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block |
| I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got |
| I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap |
| Walk myself to the court like, "bitch I did that" |
| Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward |
| I can't even keep the peace, don't you fu*kwith one of ours |
| It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour |
| Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial |
| Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my woman |
| Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother |
| You should chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap |
| Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back |
| (Bono:) |
| It's not a place |
| This country is to be a sound of drum and bass |
| You close your eyes to look around |
| (Kendrick Lamar:) |
| Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph |
| The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives |
| Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters |
| Barricaded blocks and borders |
| Look what you taught us |
| It's murder on my street |
| Y'all street, back streets |
| Wall street, corporate offices, banks |
| Employees and bosses with homicidal thoughts |
| Donald Trump's in office, we lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again |
| But is America honest or do we bask in sin? |
| Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood |
| Then bash him in, you crippin' or you married to blood? |
| I'll ask again, oops, accident |
| It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice then bet us up |
| You overnight the big rifles then tell Fox to be scared of us |
| Gang members or terrorists et cetera et cetera |
| Americas reflections of me |
| That's what a mirror does |
| (Bono:) |
| It's not a place |
| This country is to be a sound of drum and bass |
| You close your eyes to look around |
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