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(Pew, pew-pew) 00:01

First-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral 00:37

To them niggas that say they wan' off us, you better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles 00:40

Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code 00:44

Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral 00:46

Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O 00:48

Yeah 00:50

Numero U-N-O 00:52

Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl 00:54

Man, this shit damn near big as the- 00:56

Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? 00:59

Big as the Super Bowl 01:04

But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio 01:06

Niggas usually send they verses back to me, and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old 01:09

I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T 01:15

I'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.? 01:18

Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? 01:21

Who you bitches really rootin' for? 01:25

Like a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole 01:26

Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? (Ayy) 01:30

Big as the Super Bowl 01:36

Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef 01:37

Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep 01:39

I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth 01:41

I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique 01:43

I still wanna get me a song with YB 01:45

Can't trust everything that you saw on IG 01:47

Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID 01:48

I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me 01:53

Still in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be 01:56

Love when they argue the hardest MC 02:00

Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me? 02:03

We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali 02:05

Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali 02:09

The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT 02:12

Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake 02:16

The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake 02:18

It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake 02:21

Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape 02:26

Everybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast 02:29

And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh) 02:32

When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster 02:35

The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher 02:37

The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster 02:39

Not Russia, but apply pressure 02:42

To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em 02:44

With The Boy in the status, a stadium 02:46

Nigga 02:52

Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to 02:57

I'm 'bout to, yeah 03:09

Yeah 03:14

I'm 'bout to click out on this shit 03:15

I'm 'bout to click, whoa 03:17

I'm 'bout to click out on this shit 03:19

I'm 'bout to click, whoa 03:21

I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene 03:22

I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam 03:24

Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19 03:27

She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned 03:29

She got a Android, her messages is lime green 03:33

I search one name, and end up seein' 20 tings 03:36

Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine 03:39

Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines 03:45

And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things 03:48

You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream 03:51

My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream 03:54

I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams 03:57

Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing 03:59

Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not 04:03

They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot 04:06

They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott 04:08

I told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop 04:11

Girl gave me some head because I need it 04:14

And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what? 04:17

Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated 04:19

What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael 04:22

Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what? 04:25

Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? 04:27

Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? 04:28

Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what? 04:29

Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it 04:35

04:40

First Person Shooter

Por

Drake, J. Cole

Álbum

For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition

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Letra:

[English]

(Pew, pew-pew)

First-person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral

To them niggas that say they wan' off us, you better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles

Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code

Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral

Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O

Yeah

Numero U-N-O

Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl

Man, this shit damn near big as the-

Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?

Big as the Super Bowl

But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio

Niggas usually send they verses back to me, and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old

I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T

I'm like go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.?

Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.?

Who you bitches really rootin' for?

Like a kid that act bad from January to November, nigga, it's just you and Cole

Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what? (Ayy)

Big as the Super Bowl

Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef

Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep

I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth

I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique

I still wanna get me a song with YB

Can't trust everything that you saw on IG

Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID

I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me

Still in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be

Love when they argue the hardest MC

Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me?

We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali

Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali

The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT

Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake

The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake

It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake

Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape

Everybody steppers, well, fuck it, then everybody breakfast

And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh)

When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster

The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher

The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster

Not Russia, but apply pressure

To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em

With The Boy in the status, a stadium

Nigga

Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to

I'm 'bout to, yeah

Yeah

I'm 'bout to click out on this shit

I'm 'bout to click, whoa

I'm 'bout to click out on this shit

I'm 'bout to click, whoa

I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene

I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam

Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was 19

She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned

She got a Android, her messages is lime green

I search one name, and end up seein' 20 tings

Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine

Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines

And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things

You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream

My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream

I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams

Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing

Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not

They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot

They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott

I told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop

Girl gave me some head because I need it

And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what?

Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated

What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael

Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?

Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?

Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what?

Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it

...

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Vocabulário	Significados
shooter /ˈʃuːtər/ B1	noun - atirador
funeral /ˈfjuːnərəl/ B2	noun - funeral
code /koʊd/ B1	noun - código
verses /ˈvɜːrsɪz/ B2	noun - versos
dinner /ˈdɪnər/ A1	noun - jantar
rootin' /ˈruːtɪn/ B2	verb - torcer
beef /biːf/ B2	noun - desavença
words /wɜːrdz/ A1	noun - palavras
mystique /mɪˈstiːk/ C1	noun - mística
album /ˈælbəm/ A2	noun - álbum
league /liːɡ/ B1	noun - liga
mistake /mɪˈsteɪk/ A2	noun - erro
game /ɡeɪm/ A1	noun - jogo
prison /ˈprɪzən/ B1	noun - prisão
breakfast /ˈbrekfəst/ A1	noun - café da manhã
motion /ˈmoʊʃən/ A2	noun - movimento
pen /pɛn/ A1	noun - caneta
pressure /ˈprɛʃər/ B1	noun - pressão