Biografía:
Kanye Omari West es un rapero y productor musical estadounidense nacido en Atlanta, Georgia, el 8 de junio de 1977, aunque creció en Chicago, Illinois, donde se mudó junto a su madre a la edad de tres años.
Tras asistir a la Academia Internacional de Arte y Diseño y Tecnología, una escuela de bellas artes de Chicago, y más adelante a la Universidad de Chicago, West abandonó todo y dio comienzo a su carrera musical. Ganó fama produciendo a artistas de rap y de R&B como Alicia Keys
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Otras canciones:
- Addiction
- All Falls Down
- All Of The Lights
- All Of The Lights Tabs
- Amazing
- Bitter Sweet
- Bittersweet
- Bound 2
- Gorgeous
- Heartless
- Heartless (the Fray Cover)
- Hey Mama
- Homecoming
- Only One
- Runaway
- Stronger
- Ultralight Beam
- Violent Crimes
- Only One (feat. Paul McCartney)
- All Day
- All Mine
- Bad News
- Bittersweet Poetry
- Blame Game
- Blood On The Leaves
- Bound
- Cant Tell Me Nothing
- Christian Dior Denim Flow
- Coldest Winter
- Dark Fantasy
- Euro
- Famous
- Flashing Lights
- Fml
- Franks Track
- Gay Fish
- Gayfish
- Ghost Town
- Gold Digger
- Good Life
- Good Morning
- Hold My Liquor
- Hold Tight
- I Love It
- I Thought About Killing You
- I Wonder
- Just For You
- Lost In The World
- Love Lockdown
- Made In America
- Monster
- Never Let Me Down
- Niggas In Paris
- No Church In The Wild
- Paranoid
- Pinocchio Story
- Power
- Real Friends
- Robocop
- Roses
- Saint Pablo
- Say You Will
- See Me Now
- See You In My Nightmares
- Spaceship
- Street Lights
- The One
- Waves
- Welcome To Heartbreak
- Wolves
- Yikes
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
C#m G#m A x4
[Verse 1]
C#m G#m
Real friends, how many of us?
A C#m
How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends
G#m A
It's not many of us, we smile at each other
C#m
But how many honest? Trust issues
G#m A
Switched up the number, I can't be bothered
C#m
I cannot blame you for havin' an angle
G#m A
I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing
Hope you're doin' your thing too
C#m G#m
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
A
Fuck the church up, I'm drinkin' at the communion
C#m G#m
Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined
A
In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'?
C#m G#m
Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom
A
I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you're not the problem
C#m G#m
Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday
A
Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place?
C#m G#m
When was the last time I remembered a birthday?
A
When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry?
[Bridge]
C#m G#m A
Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime
C#m
Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime
G#m A
Even when we was young I used to make time
C#m
Now we be way too busy just to make time
G#m A
Even for my...
[Hook]
(A)
Real friends
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
G#m A
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
G#m A
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
[Verse 2]
C#m G#m
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was
A
Couldn't tell you how old your son is
C#m G#m
I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg
A
Plus I already got one kid
C#m G#m
Couldn't tell you much about the fam though
A
I just showed up for the yams though
C#m G#m
Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister
A
Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business
C#m G#m
You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit?
A
Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with
C#m G#m
Please don't pressure me with that bill shit
A
Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children
C#m G#m
Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me
A
Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me
C#m G#m
It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries
A
To be honest, dawg I ain't feelin' your energy
C#m G#m
Money turn your kin into an enemy
A
Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be
[Verse 3]
C#m G#m
Lookin' for all my real friends
A C#m
How many of us? How many of us are real friends
G#m A
To real friends, to the real end
C#m G#m
'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin
A C#m G#m
To 3 A.M., callin'
A
How many real friends?
Just to ask you a question
C#m G#m
Just to see how you was feelin'
A
How many?
For the last you was frontin'
C#m G#m
I hate when a nigga text you like, "what's up, fam, oh you good?"
A C#m G#m
You say, "I'm good" then great, the next text they ask you for somethin'
A
How many?
C#m G#m
What's best for your family, immediate or extended
A
Any argument, the media'll extend it
C#m G#m
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
A C#m
Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him
G#m A
Real friends
C#m
Huh?
[Hook]
G#m A#m
Real friends
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
G#m A
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
G#m A
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
C#m G#m A x4
[Verse 1]
C#m G#m
Real friends, how many of us?
A C#m
How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends
G#m A
It's not many of us, we smile at each other
C#m
But how many honest? Trust issues
G#m A
Switched up the number, I can't be bothered
C#m
I cannot blame you for havin' an angle
G#m A
I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing
Hope you're doin' your thing too
C#m G#m
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
A
Fuck the church up, I'm drinkin' at the communion
C#m G#m
Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined
A
In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'?
C#m G#m
Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom
A
I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you're not the problem
C#m G#m
Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday
A
Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place?
C#m G#m
When was the last time I remembered a birthday?
A
When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry?
[Bridge]
C#m G#m A
Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime
C#m
Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime
G#m A
Even when we was young I used to make time
C#m
Now we be way too busy just to make time
G#m A
Even for my...
[Hook]
(A)
Real friends
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
G#m A
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
G#m A
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
[Verse 2]
C#m G#m
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was
A
Couldn't tell you how old your son is
C#m G#m
I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg
A
Plus I already got one kid
C#m G#m
Couldn't tell you much about the fam though
A
I just showed up for the yams though
C#m G#m
Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister
A
Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business
C#m G#m
You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit?
A
Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with
C#m G#m
Please don't pressure me with that bill shit
A
Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children
C#m G#m
Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me
A
Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me
C#m G#m
It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries
A
To be honest, dawg I ain't feelin' your energy
C#m G#m
Money turn your kin into an enemy
A
Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be
[Verse 3]
C#m G#m
Lookin' for all my real friends
A C#m
How many of us? How many of us are real friends
G#m A
To real friends, to the real end
C#m G#m
'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin
A C#m G#m
To 3 A.M., callin'
A
How many real friends?
Just to ask you a question
C#m G#m
Just to see how you was feelin'
A
How many?
For the last you was frontin'
C#m G#m
I hate when a nigga text you like, "what's up, fam, oh you good?"
A C#m G#m
You say, "I'm good" then great, the next text they ask you for somethin'
A
How many?
C#m G#m
What's best for your family, immediate or extended
A
Any argument, the media'll extend it
C#m G#m
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
A C#m
Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him
G#m A
Real friends
C#m
Huh?
[Hook]
G#m A#m
Real friends
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
G#m A
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
G#m A
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
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