checklist歌曲（有一个欧美舞曲,纯音乐,鸟叫声为主,有节奏感）

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• 有一个欧美舞曲,纯音乐,鸟叫声为主,有节奏感
• 摇滚随心听开头的英文歌

有一个欧美舞曲,纯音乐,鸟叫声为主,有节奏感

Beast Mode （Explicit） - Ludacris

Uh mic check 1-2 Go get ’em
Listen close nigga yeah

Uh if rappers want it they can get it
Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin’ in a Civic
My flows are unimaginable Hannibal Lecter shit

Eatin’ emcees for breakfast bitch
Since I was born to touch the mic
The first time it’s been a problem
Your life was a mistake
Your pops should’ve wore a condom
You niggas think you hard
I think you better come harder Go hard
I leave rappers confused like will I am barber
Ah fuckin’ with Luda’s not a great look
A verse’ll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook

Click my styles are goin’ into labor
So if stars won a war I made daddy like Darth Vader
And since I’m always high it’s kind of hard to overlook me
For over a hundred stacks it’s kind of hard to overbook me
And a whole ’nother house for my cars is on my checklist
Cause to fit ’em in one garage is like a nigga playin’ Tetris

But they say patience is a virtue
Cause I got your bitch stayin’ out way past her curfew

Guess I was a thief that got away with these words
Slangin’ chickens out my whip like I been playin’ Angry Birds
In a black Rolls Royce Dark Knight like Batman

Everywhere you turn the Ghost follows like Pac-Man

And I sleep with the John Dillinger
And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker

No you boys ain’t ready for combat
Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract

What path is he on Opponents I laugh and be gone
They handin’ in the towels like they work in Bed Bath and Beyond

But in the midst of all the melee
Y’all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh

Your rap styles are phony your lines are just dead
And I be on them lines like a nigga just played

Guess I’m tryin’ to say I’m advanced you intermediate

You wouldn’t know the real me if your bitch Wikipedia’d it

Just know that I never tried to be hard
Probably cause Mr. Glock 40’s my security guard
You’ll get chopped like judo

Gangs in my hood make you reverse
And change your color like the block’s playin’ Uno

And yes some of my friends is still sellin’ them drugs
But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud
They show me love
That’s why I’ll always stay reppin’ until the death of me
Rappers talk shit but ain’t nobody ever stepped to me
I hereby command all my fans’ to inject it
Overdose on Red Bull in your veins if you ever slept on me

Yeah my mind is sharper than a guillotine
All the knives extended from the knuckles of Wolverine

Not a X-Man but man I got that X
I’m on my hardest switch labels but I still get a cheque

The more albums they sell the more we all win
And I can be seen in thirty rocks like Alec Baldwin

Or watchin’ CBS in a Cadillac DTS
I plan to reach the world man your plan is MetroPCS

I changed my music up cause I was gettin’ bored
You may not like the way I shoot but my points go on the board
My name still engrained and these books will be the outcome
And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas’ albums
Peace fuck out of here rewind that shit

Ha-ha-ha Luda ain’t shit changed

摇滚随心听开头的英文歌

All Gold Everything - Trinidad James
This shit sound like 007 with an N64 and shit
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
James!
Gold all in my chain
Gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
(Don’t believe jus’ watch
Nigga Nigga Nigga
Don’t believe jus’ watch) x2
Don’t believe jus’ watch Gold all in my chain
Gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don’t believe jus’ watch
This ain’t for no fuck nigga
If you a real nigga then fuck wit’ me
This one for the hood niggas
The hipster bitches that shop at Lennox
Dark skin, light skin, Asian and white women
Hypebeast we know aboutchea’
Don’t buy shoes unless they popular
For the hoes, my Nigga
That’s pussy poppin’ that Magic City
Got that strong, my Nigga
Then come match that shit wit’ me
Smoking mid, my nigga
Then don’t pass that shit to me
This one for my niggas
And bitches bout’ that money (Cashout!)
Gotta love, Chesire Bridge
Them bad hoes at Onyx
I don’t fuck wit’ no snitches
So don’t tell me who tellin
This one for them colleges
Them bad hoes at Spellman
Shout out to them Freshman
On Instagram straight flexin’
Popped a molly, I’m sweatin’ (Woo!)
Popped a molly, I’m sweatin’ (Woo!)
Momma always told me, boy count yo’ blessings
In God I Trust
So I kept countin’ them Franklins
I’m too fly, you know this
Lemme’ give yo’ ass a checklist
One gold watch
Two gold chains
Six gold rings, its NOTHIN’ (God Dayum’!)
OG Jordans
Them high socks
No shirt on, I’m stuntin’ (Okay!)
And this song for those fuck niggas
Who hatin’ on you this summer (Fuck Em’!)
Talk shit behind your back
But won’t say shit in public (Fuck Em’!)
Gold all in my chain
Gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
(Don’t believe jus’ watch
Nigga Nigga Nigga
Don’t believe jus’ watch) x2
Don’t believe jus’ watch Gold all in my chain
Gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don’t believe jus’ watch