Аккорды Kendrick Lamar - Hol' Up

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[Intro]
Em7 F#m7 Gmaj7 Fmaj7

[Verse 1]
                            Em7
I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
                  F#m7
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
                      Gmaj7
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
                              Fmaj7
They'll probably think I'm a terrorist, eat my asparagus
                      Em7
Then I'm asking her thoughts of a young nigga
                           F#m7
Fast money and freedom, a crash dummy for dollars
                                     Gmaj7
I know you dying to meet him, I'll probably die in a minute
                         Fmaj7
Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted

[Chorus]
      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin'
            Fmaj7
Section.80

[Verse 2]
                                   Em7
Back in this bitch, in the back of that bitch
                                                          F#m7
With my back against the wall and your bitch on the edge of my dick, jump off
                          Gmaj7
I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
                                     Fmaj7
I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt
                    Em7
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddlin'
                     F#m7
With the speed of a lightning bolt as a kid, I killed two adults, I'm too advanced
Gmaj7
      I lived my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Fmaj7
      Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven
           Em7
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands
F#m7
     From a distance, don't know which one is a Christian, damn
Gmaj7
     Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one
     Fmaj7
Not even myself, a Gemini screaming for help, somebody

[Chorus]
      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
         Fmaj7
When you do it like this, nigga, losing ain't a option

      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
                  Fmaj7
(Ayy, ayy, kick her out the studio, Ali)

[Verse 3]
             Em7
24/7, nigga working his ass for it, she poppin' that ass for
     F#m7
The King of Diamonds with diamonds, I never do ask for it
       Gmaj7
They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs
     Fmaj7
You callin' the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff him
      Em7
They want me to fast forward the game, and
                           F#m7
Why you complain when you niggas is past poor?
                                      Gmaj7
You'll never hop in my lane when you pushing a RAV4
                              Fmaj7
You wrecking my Jaguar, you play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

[Chorus]
      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
         Fmaj7
When you do it like this, nigga, losing ain't a option

      Em7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      F#m7
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up)
      Gmaj7
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
         Fmaj7
When you do it like this, nigga

[Outro]
                            Em7
I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
                  F#m7
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
                      Gmaj7
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
                             Fmaj7
They'll probably think I'm Osama, the plane emergency landed, it was an honor
N.C.
     Hol' up