Name: Kyrie & Luka
Duration: 4 min 12 s
Description: Слушайте песню Kyrie & Luka - Eminem, 2 Chainz онлайн с альбома The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce): Expanded Mourner’s Edition в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:12. Год выхода - 2024

The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce): Expanded Mourner’s Edition

Eminem

Renaissance

White Gold

Habits

Trouble

Brand New Dance

Evil

All You Got - skit

Sly Pyper

Lucifer

Antichrist

Fuel

Dem Jointz

Road Rage

Houdini

Breaking News - skit

2 Chainz

Kyrie & Luka

Hip-Hop

Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa

Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka

Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya

I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila

Asked about her friends, she like, "Boy, I don't believe ya"

I'm just tryna live, and they turned it to evil

My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood

School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)

License to kill, and I just got 'em renewed (uh)

Spoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote

Spoke to Ghazi, and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)

Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat

And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot

I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo

You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs

I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide

I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries

Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit

You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative

I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin

I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand

I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand

Real recognize real and you don't look familiar

I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river

Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen

I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols

Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle

They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)

I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)

While things are goin' left like Julius Randle

I got this shit lit, no need for a candle

Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)

Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)

Walkin' around your party, like where the party at? (Yo, where the party at?)

Yeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac

But I'm drunk, and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)

I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack

Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)

For pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)

I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)

And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)

Man, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)

Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me

Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a Parabellum, pussy

Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)

Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)

Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (whoo)

But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable

I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)

Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka

To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and

They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)

Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked, and he brought his tool

And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school

But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat

I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder

Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)

When I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em

They call it Munchhausen (why?), 'cause she hands me some (here)

Then says, "C'mon, chow, son (chow, son), these are non drowsin' (uh)

I mean non-drowsy (right), but they'll help you calm down some

So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Ra' proud

I pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five-thousand (oh)

Like I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose

I'm in the news, even my interviews (yeah)

Get like five million views, I get accused

Of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse

Hide 'em inside of my shoes, ah (Psych, what the fuck?)

Слушайте песню Kyrie & Luka - Eminem, 2 Chainz онлайн с альбома The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce): Expanded Mourner’s Edition в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:12. Год выхода - 2024

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