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私たちは、これまでの人生で聞いてきた歌の歌詞をすべて記憶の中にすでに持っています。私たちは単にそれらに注意を払っていなかっただけですが、私たちは皆すでにそれらを聞いています。

以前に聞いたことのある歌から新しい単語を学ぶと、その単語の翻訳を永遠に知っていて、決して忘れないことに気づきました。

この方法を皆さんにもシェアしたいと思います。したがって、スキームは次のとおりです。

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The Underachievers

Root Of All Evil

 

Root Of All Evil

(アルバム: Indigoism - 2013)


[Bridge:]
Big dreams, big cream, get it all with the team
Big dreams, big cream, get it all with the team

[Verse 1:]
Uh, motivated, this by the smelling money
Taking my niggas out the hood make sure they never above me,
Taking your bitches out your aunts with the killer swag,
Seeing that most you niggas fake now I don't realest bad
Feelin spazz and they already on the beat
Hold my nigga see be dumb, mammy RIP in this beat,
Take you down to the ghettos to the streets
Them creators like your pedo in the kitchen cooking heat,
Quit the bitchin my nigga and get some more cash,
Don't stop stacking till the storm is on your forecast
Hit the strip club throw it all on a ho's ass
Ain't tell you why, tell em don't ask, yeah

[Hook:]
Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga
Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go.
Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga
Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go.

[Verse 2:]
Okay I'm stackin paper, get high like them strapers,
Two blunts now I make like the tater,
Two bitches in the back, entertainers
How you get in lane with no paper?
But you don't hear me though,
Elevated high when I'm off that drow
Got that low three double 0 for the oh,
Some of these oh puffin on that heavy smoke
Say I'm on my shit, prophetic it's when you hear me spit
Psychedelic kid when I'm off that here
And the LS chick and a couple bone rips,
Keep you circle tight, bithes out here, yea them niggas gon bite
Never see clanly so with the tray by me
Dee me now only use one round get down,
But I ain't no killer, promise I blow go get them sinners
Count my figure in the sugar of the winner
To my summers and my winters and they only got witters,
Count stacks laid back, where my herbs at?
It was the finest a lot I'm a burn that
There's no drug here, go learn that
Get upon shit, nigga, like nigga work promises
So pot that medicine, got that remedy for the medicine,
Here another nation, liberation
From the late month for me is I'm blessed like a mason,
Psycho like I'm Jackson and I'm checksing all the richest big faces,
Live life elevated, New York on them bitches nigga, I'm faded.

[Hook:]
Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga
Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go.
Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga
Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go.

[Bridge x2:]
Big dreams, big cream get it all with the team
Big dreams, big cream get it all with the team

[Verse 3:]
Uh, elevated and that's an understatement
Worth by the power of Satan, addicted to the payments
We all sinners, nigga no one is perfect,
We all winners I just happened in the surface,
The root to evil, dollars consuming people
People consuming dollars, like God there is no equal
They good they miles away, so timeless pay get on our race
I'm to say, ridin for your honor, nigga crime pays
The time say this ass slipping down the our glass,
No room for error in this era of the first class
Gotta adapt or get trapped, stack and get off of the mat
Nigga fuck them bitches, taste your goals, get them riches
Oh Lord.

終わり

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