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l.v slim – syllables (ft. jay-z, dr. dre, 50 cent, stat quo & ca$his) كلمات اغاني

[intro: eminem]
it is not about lyrics anymore
it’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook

[verse 1: eminem]
if we gotta dumb down our style and a_b_c it
then so be it, ‘cause nowadays, these kids just
don’t give a sh_t ’bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat, and that’s it
long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the dj’s playing them hits
“oh, this my jam! this my sh_t!
we don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
‘cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
and the song’s ginormous, the whole formula’s switched
‘cause we don’t know anymore what are hits”
is it the beat? is it the rap?
is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?
and how do we adapt and get trl votes
when thirteen_year_olds control the remotes?
and ashlee’s got a brand new nose
we gotta put some new em_pha_sis on our syl_la_la_bles

[verse 2: jay_z]
if the emphasis on the compact disc
is in the beat, then i’m gon’ feature em and get rich
and let dre mix the sh_t and drive off in the range ro’
‘cause everywhere i go they love the “bling_bling” flow
bang_bang, look at the way my chain glow
the ring on my fing’ cost your man a lot of dough (oh)
the f_ck am i bustin’ my brain fo’?
it’s just the way the game go and, oh, it takes two to tango
you call this a lame flow? you bought the sh_t
i guess you to blame, too, i just found an angle (hahaha)
no more reality flow
i’m tryna time my album dropping with a reality show
c_ck the mac_11 in front of hot 97
and call my publicist, tell her we impressed heaven (haha)
no one gives a sh_t except
some kids that just got into s_x on the internet
so you want the chatroom or the house in malibu?
em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl_la_la_ble
[verse 3: dr. dre & eminem]
they said thirty’s the new twenty, funny
must mean forty’s the new thirty, interesting
’cause ever since then, it’s been, in a sense, an extension
for veteran rappers that are better than half of
the sh_t coming out right now, it’s all trash
the torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
jay said it’s his last, then 50 and em
then what? detox drops, what do we got then?
so now our whole camps is running around
scrambling over what to do
gambling every time we put a record out
just lookin’ for that hook (wait, dre, look!)

[hook: eminem]
shorty, i love you
and you love me too
we were meant to be
‘cause, shorty, you love me
and i love you too
and i promise i’ll be true to you

[verse 4: 50 cent]
go shawty, it’s your birthday (woo)
you made it just in time to hear my wordplay
it’s the kid that flip flows who used to flip o’s
and run g for days, you should see how i get hoes
i’m international, i get my d_ck l!cked ’round the globe
i’m sick right into shows, ridin’ on lolos (yeah)
puffin’ on coco, my b_tch in manolos
don’t f_ck with the dodos, that’s slang for dumb hoes (oh)
i’m playin’, i ain’t got time to joke, joke
you f_ck around, you could get your ass smoked, loc
it’s not a game, me, b, i ain’t playin’, beat behind me playin’
so you don’t hear anyway, you don’t hear what i’m sayin’
me fin_nini_na, fee_fi_fididee_yay
just give me my check and i’ll be on my way
sunny, bunny, money and funny
you ain’t even listening, and i just took your money (ha)
[verse 5: stat quo]
there once was a time everywhere you turned (‘where you turned)
shady_aftermath was all you heard
but they say 50 sang too much, and em got soft (got soft)
and they say dre just fell the f_ck off (woo!)
well, f_ck the f_ck_offs! all y’all eat salt
be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault
oh! new syl_la_la_bles, eat ball, you f_ck_offs
your house, your b_tch, i’m getting sucked off
east, south, midwest, even up north
falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk
all for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost
catch me if you can, i’m runnin’ past while y’all walk

[verse 6: cashis]
shady made me for bringin’ it back
‘fore the history of rap is gone with a snap
a snare and a clap, what happened to just spittin’
’bout livin’ in the motherf_ckin’ city you at?
in the grimiest condition, i breathe in drama
king mathers and cash—me—that’s free karma
i’m everything, anything you can never be
it’s a hidden rhyme of the month deep in the beef
i speak with a piece, no peace on my mind
i repeat every evil deed done of mine (yeah)
no rest contest, contract to sign
by blood, i’m in this squad for life
hear about out my windpipes, and i just chime
i’m the reason you guys won’t say that line
i’m crazy, renegade like em and jay_z
i’m rosemary’s baby, i want you to hate me
[hook: eminem]
shorty, i love you
and you love me too
we were meant to be
‘cause, shorty, you love me
and i love you too
and i promise i’ll be true to you

[outro: eminem]
it is not about lyrics anymore
it is not about lyrics anymore
it’s about a hot beat, a hot beat
it’s about a hot beat, a hot beat
a hot_hot_hot beat and a catchy hook
a hot_hot_hot beat and a catchy hook
n0body gives a d_mn about them syllables
syl_la_la_bles, whatever they are
i don’t care if you gotta rhyme “schmoe,” “mo,” “joe,” “toe,” and “glow”
now, get out there and sell some godd_mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd_mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd_mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd_mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd_mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd_mn records!
now, get out there and sell some godd_mn records!
now, get out there and sell some

- l v slim

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