Biografía:
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth (17 Junio, 1987), es un rapero y cantautor americano nacido en Compton, California perteneciente a la firma Aftermath Entertainment. Consiguió llamar la atención después del lanzamiento en 2010 de su mixtape Overly Dedicated. En 2011, su album Section.80, lanzado exclusivamente a través de iTunes, se clasificó al instante como uno de los top lanzamientos digitales del año. Lamar ha acumulado un gran número de seguidores en internet y actualmente es miembro del grupo de Hip Hop Black Hippy
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Otras canciones:
- Backseat Freestyle
- Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe
- Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe / Thinking About You
- Love.
- Swimming Pools
- 6 Foot 7 Foot
- All The Stars
- Alright
- Bitch Dont Kill My Vibe
- Blood
- Dna
- Element
- Fear
- Feel
- God
- Homies
- How Much A Dollar Cost
- Humble
- I
- King Kunta
- Love
- Loyalty
- Lust
- Money Trees
- Pride
- Sherane Aka Master Splinters Daughter
- Street Dreamin
- Swimming Pools Drank
- The Heart Part 4
- These Walls
- Untitled 06
- Untitled 08
- X
- Xxx
- Yah
¡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: Bekon & Kid Capri]
Bm Em G
America, God bless you if it's good to you
A7 Bm
America, please take my hand
Em
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm(let ring)
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he'll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he'll show you somethin', whoa
Bm
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
Bm
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
Bm(let ring)
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
X-rated
Bm
Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo'
Bm
Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (no mo')
Bm
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Bm
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
God bless America, you know we all love him
Bm
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Bm
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
Bm
He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
Bm
Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done
Bm
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It's been a fucked up day for me
Bm
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome."
Bm
He was lookin' for some closure
Hopin' I could bring him closer
Bm
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
Bm
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed."
N.C.
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
Bm
I'll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
Bm
I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got
Bm
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Bm
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
N.C.
Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
Bm
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
Bm
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Bm
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Bm
Let somebody touch my mama
Bm
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Bm Bm
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Bm Bm Bm Bm
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
Bm
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Bm
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—
[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm C#m
Alright, kids, we're gonna talk about gun control
Bm C#m
(Pray for me) Damn!
[Chorus: Bono]
Bm C#m
It's not a place
Bm C#m Bm C#m
This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
Bm C#m
You close your eyes to look around
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm C#m
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
Bm
The great American flag
C#m
Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Bm C#m
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Bm
Barricaded blocks and borders
C#m
Look what you taught us!
Bm C#m
It's murder on my street, your street, back streets
Bm
Wall Street, corporate offices
C#m
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Bm C#m
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump's in office
Bm C#m
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
Bm C#m
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Bm C#m
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Bm C#m
Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to blood?
Bm C#m
I'll ask again—oops—accident
Bm C#m (till chorus)
It's nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does
[Chorus: Bono]
Bm C#m
It's not a place
Bm C#m Bm C#m
This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
Bm
You close your eyes to look ar—
Bm Em G
America, God bless you if it's good to you
A7 Bm
America, please take my hand
Em
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm(let ring)
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he'll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he'll show you somethin', whoa
Bm
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
Bm
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
Bm(let ring)
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
X-rated
Bm
Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo'
Bm
Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (no mo')
Bm
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Bm
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
God bless America, you know we all love him
Bm
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Bm
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
Bm
He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
Bm
Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done
Bm
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It's been a fucked up day for me
Bm
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome."
Bm
He was lookin' for some closure
Hopin' I could bring him closer
Bm
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
Bm
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed."
N.C.
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
Bm
I'll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
Bm
I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got
Bm
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Bm
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
N.C.
Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
Bm
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
Bm
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Bm
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Bm
Let somebody touch my mama
Bm
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Bm Bm
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Bm Bm Bm Bm
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
Bm
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Bm
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—
[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm C#m
Alright, kids, we're gonna talk about gun control
Bm C#m
(Pray for me) Damn!
[Chorus: Bono]
Bm C#m
It's not a place
Bm C#m Bm C#m
This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
Bm C#m
You close your eyes to look around
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Bm C#m
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
Bm
The great American flag
C#m
Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Bm C#m
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Bm
Barricaded blocks and borders
C#m
Look what you taught us!
Bm C#m
It's murder on my street, your street, back streets
Bm
Wall Street, corporate offices
C#m
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Bm C#m
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump's in office
Bm C#m
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
Bm C#m
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Bm C#m
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Bm C#m
Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to blood?
Bm C#m
I'll ask again—oops—accident
Bm C#m (till chorus)
It's nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does
[Chorus: Bono]
Bm C#m
It's not a place
Bm C#m Bm C#m
This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
Bm
You close your eyes to look ar—
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