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Lời bài hát: F.i.g.h.t. (From "Creed Ii: The Album")

Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu

Why do you want to fight? What you talking about? I just told you why. No, you didn't, Donnie. Why do you want to fight? I get why they want to fight you. I know what they're fighting for. What about you? Listen to me. You got everything to lose. He's got nothing to lose. When a fighter ain't got nothing to lose, he's dangerous. Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight ***, *** what my niggas did, why they wrong or they right? ***, *** what my niggas did, why they wrong or they right? Why you selling me pressure? Nigga, I'm going on strike Why you selling me pressure? Nigga, I'm going on strike Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight Who got my back? Ain't nobody holding me back I'm not just fighting for my life, gon' take what come with it, right My mama needed bills and lights, I'm praying for some better days I can't go having sleepless nights, but nigga, that's life When you're trying to do right like Spike, but the licks be lickin' the Tyson This ***'s such a roll of the dice, police wanna read me right I got no time to relax, when the wall up against my back My vice, which one attack? Nigga, I look at your life Knife wheels in my life, this life, hit it like Mike If it's that, then come on, strike *** these niggas mean, nigga, I do what I mean Nigga, I came up with scenes that these niggas never seen Every day I get to fight, fight, fight, fight, fight My bitch went through my phone last night when I was asleep Worked on the fight bout a quarter past three Who is Diane, Gucci, who is Monique? I said I'm the dope man, everybody know me Chillin' in the club in the VIP's, yeah Niggas rich, rigid and all the hoes dicky But it's always one young nigga wanna be brave Like we gon' put his ass on the ***in' front page Put your hands on me, that's a R.I.P Put this hum like a hummingbird, sting like a bee Put the drum in the bitch like a mule, make it kick She so strong on the dish, she just swung on the bitch Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight We gon' rumble in this hoe, we gon' rumble in this hoe All you real ass niggas, put your ass on the floor We gon' kick it again in the head with these hard bottoms Yo' homies just died, I don't give no ***, that's yo' problem I'm tryna catch yo' ass when yo' homies ain't around yo' I ain't tryna talk, I'm gon' beat the whole block Hit yo' ass with that left, right, left, right Climb in his chest, right, knock his ass out, out Hope he live his best life, I be in his ass that gang, that gang life I be on the jet, nigga, still better think twice I be with the homies on the block, they ain't livin' right I be with the homies on the block, they the killer type I be with the homies, with the homies, with the homies With the homies, with the homies, with the homies, yeah, guerrilla type YG stole that, no, nigga, hold that *** yo' party, supposed to be a donut Niggas know the program, the program, the program Spend a nigga face, pipe a nigga, hold down Take a nigga chain, take a nigga chain Take a nigga chain and sell it back to him Now everybody know, everybody know you a hoe YG doin' Right, right, right, right, right, right, right YG doin' Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right Go Fightin' like all of my life Know I'm real right in the street, call me Silla Layin' up there, what you like? Heard you be talkin' up under your pillows I get it poppin' on sight Not just on mic, get your beat like a mic whip That drum hangin' under the tip, kill The drama like eels, I'm dead serious That's it, give a *** about a nigga height I still put you lil' babies on ice You can be the same way that I be Get hit with that car, I be soundin' like Pop it up for a nigga then Tell him to let the govillains in They don't wanna let the govillains in It's okay, I be knockin' doors on the head Get the gloves if you bout it In your zone on my side, get you out it Know the school get you out it You can *** with me, seriously doubt it Don't choke, I reroute it Now tell me why *** is your power? You gotta be ready, fool Don't tell me you hear the announcement Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Don't tell me you hear the announcement Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Yeah Knuckle up, knuckle up Nigga got hit with the uppercut He got a cut on his eye, damn Now he can't see it, I'm closed up *** it, *** it, fight, fight It's a strike, strike, bow, bow, bow Hit him, knockin' out your lights Hit him on my arm, I knock him out, knock him out Now he lay down in front of me My mama told me, pepper my pepper Like she was sittin' in the front seat It be like, I could've used combos But I hit him with a one-p It be like, I could've just told you I'd rather you won me It be like, oh, he hit the canvas Whole crowd, it be like, oh You went out the saddest Whole crowd, it be like, whoop I can imagine you from the ground And be like, damn Wanna read magic, hit my phone And be like, hey, hey, hey Hey, hit him, hit him, hit him Hit him, hit him, left, right Left, right, hit him, hit him Mama didn't have it So they cut off the lights Now I'm drippin' in ice And we don't need no lights You want that check first, you gotta earn stripes I've been through hell, feel like I did it twice I got it bustin' like I got the pipes Came up from nothin', I'm up in the pipes I'm from the junk What gorillas and apes be You don't wanna rumble These niggas can't take me Niggas say that they love me But they show me they hate me It's a cold, cold world, no need for A.C. Nigga, I had my own back Rich nigga, I own that Nigga, I'm from the projects Got a house with the combs at I ain't tryna kick it, no air in the ball That mother***er own flat I cannot lose like Floyd When it's on the line, there's no match Try to take it, then you gotta fight

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