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Исполнитель: Eminem
Название песни: Syllables
Альбом: Look At Me Now (2010)
Текст песни добавил: World_Radio
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Eminem - Syllables (feat. 50 cent, Dr.Dre, Jay-Z) текст песни, lyrics

[Verse 1 - Eminem] 
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it 
Then so be it 
'Cause nowadays these kids, jeez 
Don't give a shit about lyrics 
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it 
Long as they can go to the club and get blitz 
Pick up some chicks and get some digits 
And the DJ's playing them hits 
Oh this my jam, this my shit 
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 songs 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? Rr the same 808 clap 
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes 
When 13 year olds control the remote 
And Ashley's got a brand new nose 
We gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables 

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z] 
If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat 
Than I'm gon' feature Em and get rich 
And let Dre mix the shit 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 Jermaine a lot of dough, oh 
The fuck am I busting my brain for? 
It's just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango 
You call this a lame flow 
You bought the shit 
I guess you to blame too 
I just found the angle 
No more reality flow 
I'm tryna time my album dropping with a reality show 
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97 
And call my publicist tell her we impressed heaven 
No one gives a shit 
Except some kids who just got into sex on the Internet 
So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em? 
Your emphasis is on the wrong syllable 

[Verse 3 - Dr. Dre] 
They said 30s the new 20 
Funny, must mean 40s the new 30 
Interesting, 'cause ever since then it's been in a sence 
An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half 
Of the shit coming out right now 
It's all trash 
The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed 
Jay said it's his last, and 50 and Em 
Then what? Detox drops what we got then 
So now our whole camps is running around 
Scrambling over what to do 
Gambling everytime we put a record out 
Just looking for that hook 

[Chorus - Eminem] 
(Wait Dre look!) 
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 shorty, it's your birthday 
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 used to see how I get hoes 
I'm international, I get my dick licked around the globe 
I'm sick right into show, riding on lolo's 
Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's 
Don't fuck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes 
I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke 
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked 
Look, it's not a game, me B? I ain't playing 
Beat behind me player, so you here anyway 
You don't hear what I'm saying 
Me fin-nini-na 
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 

[Verse 5 - Stat Quo] 
There once was a time everywhere he turned 
Shady Aftermath was all ya heard 
But they say 50 sang too much 
And Em got soft 
And they say Dre just fell the fuck off 
Well fuck the fuck offs 
All y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! 
New syllables eat ball, ya fucks offs 
Your house, your bitch 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 running past while y'all walk 

[Verse 6 - Ca$his] 
Shady made me for bringing it back 
For the history of rap 
It's gone with a snap, a sneer and a clap 
What happened to just spitting about living in the muthafucking city you at? 
In the grimiest condition, I breath in drama 
King Mathers and Cash me, thats freak karma 
I'm everything, anything, you could never be 
It's a hitting, rhyme in the month deep 
I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind 
I repeat every evil deed done of mine 
No rest contest, contract to sign 
By blood I'm in this squad for life 
Hear out my wind pipes 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 


[Eminem Talking] 
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 
Nobody gives a damn about them syllables, sillyle-ables, whatever they are 
I don't care if you gotta rhyme Smo, Joe, toe and glow 
Now get out there and sell some goddamn records

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