โหลดเพลง mp3 Otis (Album Version Edited) - Jay-Z

Oits - Jay-z & kanye west
It makes it easier, easier to bear

You won't be ready, no, no

No, girl they won't forget it

Love is their home

Happiness yeah

Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don't tease her

Never leave her…

I invented swag

Poppin bottles putting supermodels in the cab

Proof

I guess I got my swagger back

Truth: new watch alert, Hublot's

Or the big face Rollie I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes

Damn Yeezy and Hov,
Where the hell ya been?
Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen

I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond 'em

Now I'm bout to make them tuck they whole summer in
They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again
They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch and up again
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself

Uh, live form the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
Flee in the G450 I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased

Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports
I'm never going to jail
I made “Jesus Walks” I'm never going to hell
Couture level flow, it's never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't 'customed to going through Customs,
you ain't been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showing off
I'm done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa!
Welcome to Havana
Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas

Viva Mexico, Cubano

Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes, wit' no benefits

Not bad huh? For some immigrants

Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels

Can't you see? We gettin'money up under you

Can't you see the private jets flyin' over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?”
Jay is chillin', 'Ye is chillin’
What more can I say? We killin' 'em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change

And pray that all of their pain be champagne