โหลดเพลง mp3 Can't Tell Me Nothing - Kanye West

Can't Tell Me Nothing - Kanye West
La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right

I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke I spent that on a necklace

I told God I'd be back in a second

Man, it's so hard not to act reckless

To whom much is given much is tested
Get arrested guess until he get the message

I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny

And what I do? Act more stupidly

Bought more jewelry, more Louis V
My momma couldn't get through to me

The drama, people suing me
I'm on TV talkin' like it's just you and me

I'm just saying how I feel, man
I ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hill, man

I guess the money should have changed him
I guess I should have forgot where I came from
La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right

La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?

Excuse me? Was you saying something?
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

You can't tell me nothing

Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

Let up the suicide doors

This is my life homey, you decide yours

I know that Jesus died for us

But I couldn't tell you who decide wars
So I parallel double park that mother*** sideways

Old folks talking 'bout back in my day

But homey this is my day,
class started two hours ago

Oh, am I late?
No, I already graduated

And you can live through
anything if Magic made it

They say I talk with so much emphasis

Ooh, they so sensitive
Don't ever fix your lips like collagen

And then say something
where you gonna end up apologin'

Let me know if it's a problem man

Aight man, holla then

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right

La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?
Excuse me? Was you saying something?
Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

You can't tell me nothing

Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

Let the champagne splash
Let that man get cash
Let that man get passed

He don't even stop to get gas
If he can move through the rumors
He can drive off of fumes 'cause

How he move in a room full of no's?

How he stay faithful in a room full of ***?

Must be the Pharaohs, he in tune with his soul

So when he buried in a tomb full of gold

Treasure, what's your pleasure?

Life is a, uh, dependin' how you dress her
So if the Devil wear Prada,

Adam, Eve wear Nada

I'm in between but way more fresher

With way less effort

'Cause when you try hard is when you die hard

Y'all homies lookin' like, why God?
When they reminisce over you, my God

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?

Excuse me? Was you saying something?

Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

You can't tell me nothing

Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

La la la la
Wait 'til I get my money right

La la la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?