โหลดเพลง mp3 Success (A Cappella) - Jay-Z

Success (成功) (A Cappella) - Jay-Z/Nas
Written by：Shawn Carter/Ernest D. Wilson/Nasir Jones/Larry Ellis/NO-ID
I got these niggas breezy don't worry about it

Let that b**ch breathe

I used to give a f**k now I give a f**k less
What do I think of success
It sucks too much to stress
I guess I blew up quick 'cause friends I grew up with
See me as a primi but I'm not and my nut's big
I don't know what the fuss is
My career is illustrious
My rep is impeccable
I'm not to be f**ked with with sh*t

Let that b**ch breathe

I'm way too important to be talking extorting
Asking me for a portion is like asking me for a coffin
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Ya not too bright goodnight long kiss
Bye bye my reply blah blah
Blast burner then pass burner to Ty Ty
Finish my breakfast why
I got an appettite for destruction and you're a small fry
Now where was I

Let that b**ch breathe

I used to give a sh*t now
Give a sh*t more
Truth be told I had more fun when I was piss poor
I'm pissed off is this what success all about
A bunch of niggas acting like b**ches with big mouths

All this stress all I got is this big house
Couple cars I don't bring half of them sh*ts out
All this ace of spade I drank just to piss out
I mean I like the taste could have saved myself six hours
How many times can I go to Mr Chow's Tao's Nobu
Hold up let me move my bowels

I'll sh*t on y'all niggas OG tell these boys
Juan
Y'all ain't got sh*t on my n***a
Aho
I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump I only slept in it once
n***a said Hova was over such dummies
Even if I fell I land on a bunch of money
Y'all ain't got nothing for me

Nas

Let that b**ch breathe breathe breathe breathe

Success McLaren women starin'
My villain appearance
Sacred blood of a king
In my vein ain't spillin'
Ghetto Othello Sugar Hill Romero
Camaro driven
I climax from paper then ask why is life worth livin'
Is it the hunt for the sh*t that you want
To receive is great but I lust giving
The best jewelers want to make my things
I make Jacob sh*t on Lorraine just to make me a chain
Niggas mention of one love came home to paper in hand
Ain't got to brag about the feds young man
Old cribs I sold y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas I got flats in other continents
Worst enemies want to be my best friends
Best friends want to be enemies like that's what's in
But I don't give a f**k walk inside the lion's den
Take everybody's chips about to cash them in
Up your catalogue dog mines worth too much
Like Mike Jack's ATV Pub Mottola can't touch

Let this b**ch breathe

Ha ha

Let this b**ch breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe breathe
Breathe breathe breathe