Justin Timberlake - Murder
Дата добавления: 03 сентября 2017
Формат: mp3
Исполнители: Justin Timberlake
Битрейт: 320 Kbps
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Продолжительность: 05:07
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[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]
Walkin' around middle of the night,
Might end a man's life with that innocent face,
‘Cause everything below your neck killin' everything next.
It's murder, murder.
You say I need to watch out, something might go down, good.
I really wanna take this under the ground, under the ground,
And I'ma be down to go to that level.
And even when you speak regular a sick freak, girl, I say, OK,
So come on and leave me ‘cause the deeper you take me the better,
You killin' me softly but we can go as hard as you want to.
Bed's way under the ground, under the ground,
And I'll be down and throw it at that level.
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
Ooh, that girl is murder. Everybody get down.
Ooh, that girl is murder. Everybody get down.
Under the lights and sound,
Everybody get down, down.
You know that she's a killer,
Watch it get down, watch it get down,
Watch it get down, watch it get down.
Murder...
[Verse 2: Justin Timberlake]
You dancin' around, hangin' out the window,
Talkin' real big with your little slim waist,
And with all that below your waist,
Girl, you know the next scene is murder.
Maybe you need to watch out, something might go down,
Girl, your body is gonna end up,
Under the ground, under the ground,
I would be down to go to that level.
And even when you dress regular a freak chick,
Girl, you complement my taste.
So, girl, don't be stingy – the more that you give me the better.
You know, you killin' me softly but we can go as hard as you want to,
Until the bed's way under the ground, under the ground,
I would be down to go to that level.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Yoko Ono, she got that Yoko Ono,
You know that shit that made John Lennon go solo.
Know that shit gotta be lethal,
If that pussy broke up The Beatles.
Chocha ruined pop culture,
All them playa days is over,
Got me buyin' Rovers, rings,
Jumpin' over brooms and church rooms, kaboom!
That bomb, that P,
It's a problem, call the police.
Red bottoms, white sheets, that's murder, she a beast,
Faces of death, she fine or what?
Suicide, I'm tryin' to cut,
White chalk line ‘em up,
Give new meaning to dyin' to fuck.
[Chorus]
Walkin' around middle of the night,
Might end a man's life with that innocent face,
‘Cause everything below your neck killin' everything next.
It's murder, murder.
You say I need to watch out, something might go down, good.
I really wanna take this under the ground, under the ground,
And I'ma be down to go to that level.
And even when you speak regular a sick freak, girl, I say, OK,
So come on and leave me ‘cause the deeper you take me the better,
You killin' me softly but we can go as hard as you want to.
Bed's way under the ground, under the ground,
And I'll be down and throw it at that level.
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
Ooh, that girl is murder. Everybody get down.
Ooh, that girl is murder. Everybody get down.
Under the lights and sound,
Everybody get down, down.
You know that she's a killer,
Watch it get down, watch it get down,
Watch it get down, watch it get down.
Murder...
[Verse 2: Justin Timberlake]
You dancin' around, hangin' out the window,
Talkin' real big with your little slim waist,
And with all that below your waist,
Girl, you know the next scene is murder.
Maybe you need to watch out, something might go down,
Girl, your body is gonna end up,
Under the ground, under the ground,
I would be down to go to that level.
And even when you dress regular a freak chick,
Girl, you complement my taste.
So, girl, don't be stingy – the more that you give me the better.
You know, you killin' me softly but we can go as hard as you want to,
Until the bed's way under the ground, under the ground,
I would be down to go to that level.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Yoko Ono, she got that Yoko Ono,
You know that shit that made John Lennon go solo.
Know that shit gotta be lethal,
If that pussy broke up The Beatles.
Chocha ruined pop culture,
All them playa days is over,
Got me buyin' Rovers, rings,
Jumpin' over brooms and church rooms, kaboom!
That bomb, that P,
It's a problem, call the police.
Red bottoms, white sheets, that's murder, she a beast,
Faces of death, she fine or what?
Suicide, I'm tryin' to cut,
White chalk line ‘em up,
Give new meaning to dyin' to fuck.
[Chorus]
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