Аккорды Quavo - Tough

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Capo 4th fret

[Intro]
G D/F# Em  Bm  C
G D/F# Em  Bm  C

[Chorus]
Em                                            Bm
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Bm
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
C
Like a .38 made out of brass
G                            D/F#
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass
Em
Life's gonna do what it does
Bm
Sure as the good Lord's up above
    C                                 G  D/F#
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough
Em
Tough
Em
Tough

[Verse 1]
Em
Come on, take a ride with me
         Bm                                           C
Like the 808s beatin' in the trunk in Atlanta, it was tough
C
It was kinda hard for me
G                                    D/F#                    Em
Crawlin' through the mud, I couldn't find love, then we came up
Em
Look at what we are, baby
Bm                                                              C
Standin' through the storm, still shinin' like a diamond in the rough
                          G
Still shinin', and that's hard
       D/F#                       Em
If you ever lost someonе that you love

[Pre-Chorus]
Em
Through the pain, gotta show 'em, givе 'em light
Bm
Still family if you're wrong or you're right
C
No matter, we together
         G                                 G/B
It's not somethin' that you wanna do, it's just somethin' you goin' through

[Chorus]
Em                                            Bm
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Bm
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
C
Like a .38 made out of brass
G                            D/F#
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass
Em
Life's gonna do what it does
Bm
Sure as the good Lord's up above
    C                                 G  D/F#
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough
Em
Tough
N.C.
Hard

[Verse 2]
Em
Tell me how it's hard for you
         Bm                                               C
Like the nickel on the strings in your good old Gibson guitar
C
Tell me what it feel like
         G                           D/F#                        Em
Like the smoke in the drawl of your "Y'all" and the way you talk slow
Em
Oh yeah, yeah
         Bm
Like the songs that your mama sang to you
        C
And the way that it makes you tell the truth
       G                   B                        Em
If you come from where you come, then you were born tough

[Bridge]
G     D                  C
Here, say where you come from
     Em                     D
It's not what you wanna do, it's what you're gonna do
G    D                C
Now, it's no place to run
   Em
If that's what you're gonna do, what am I gonna do? (Tough)

[Chorus]
Em                                            Bm
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
                                               C
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude (Yeah, yeah)
C
Like a .38 made out of brass
G                            G/B                        Em
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass (Grandpa's glass)
Em
Life's gonna do what it does (Ooh)
Bm
Sure as the good Lord's up above
C                                     G B
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough (Shine, shine)
E
Tough

[Outro]
Em
You wanna come to the Nawf? (Mm-hm)
Bm
I'll show you around
C
That's why I said, "Come take a ride with me"
G     B
When?
          Em
Whenever, whenever you ready
           Bm
Call on me, brr
C
I'll give it back when I get there
G     B           Em
Aight, that's a bet
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