212 (feat. Lazy Jay) - Azealia Banks

Me acuerdo como si fuera hoy De la primera y última vez Que estuviste en mi cama Y no dejaste nada Tan solo tu 212 Rosé En las sábanas y no las cambié Perdí la cuenta si fue un día o fueron diez Quedé descolocado Juré que todo estaba ok Como no fui yo El que se fue pensé que todo iba bien Y al año me dijiste que no has visto a nadie más otra vez Quizá no lo hice tan mal Porque a la vista está que nada va bien No es que me guste es que me cuesta entender que todavía me queres Mánchame la piel, cuéntame lo que sientes Ya mi corazón no le teme a la muerte Analizándolo Creo que estuvo bien Pasar un tiempo sin saber de ti Ni recordar tu name Cada mañana me faltabas pa desayunar Tuve que hacerme fiel amigo de la soledad Siento que nunca solté Lo que me costó abrazar Solo dejé de pensarlo porque, porque Como no fui yo El que se fue pensé que todo iba bien Y al año me dijiste que no habías visto a nadie más otra vez Quizá no lo hice tan mal Porque a la vista está que nada va bien No es que me guste es que me cuesta entender que todavía me queres

Jay-Z Miscellaneous Jay-Z Freestyle Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin' out with the Funk Flex 60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do Motherfucker, yeah you don't stop You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it Kick that Willie shit well, cause I'm really gonna do it The voice of the hustlers, who else gon' do it? Most niggas is locked or in the box with embalming fluid That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V You rap niggas on the radio don't do it for me Insert the removable face, place the CD Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense Talk about bitten lines Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw Nigga I'm straight gutta, let me remind you Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you I do anything when I put my mind to it A whole lot more when I put the nine to it I flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shit On some sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows this man Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get I fold shit like poker, smack em around On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what? Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay? No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit Shoot my pistols on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit! Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don't stop Y'all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami Drink Cristal, play diamonds in his wristal Sell fish scale, y'all niggaz love this style Wannabe players, Jay-Z's official Been through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it Foundation is layed, we can take this to the top baby girl If you're not afraid, the world is watchin Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawers Think they hurtin me, ha hah I keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace style Cartier watch my diamond face style Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House' Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in her Wanna boy so to be sure, I OD'd in her His days are laced in Caesar Leguars All the chicks jealous at the baby showers Beatch! How we do, Funk Flex, yeah Brooklyn

Hey, I can be the answer I'm ready to dance when the vamp up And when I hit that dip get your camera You could see I been that bitch since the pamper And that I am that young sis the beacon The bitch who wants to compete and I can freak a fit that pump with the peep and You know what your bitch become when her weave in I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and Sit in that lunch if you're treatin' Kick it with your bitch who come from Parisian She know where I get mine from, and the season Now she wanna lick my plum in the evenin' And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in -Guess that cunt getting eaten A-yo, A-yo I heard you ridin' with the same tall, tall tale Tellin' em you made some Sayin' you grindin' but you ain't goin' no where! I was in the 212 On the uptown A Nigga you know what's up Or don't you? Word to who made ya I'm a rude bitch nigga What are you made up of? I'm a eat your food up boo I could bust your 8 I'm-a do one too Fuck ya gon do? When you do make bucks I'm a look right nigga Bet you do want to fuck! Fuck him like you do want to cum You're gay to get discovered in my 2 1 deuce Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou Caught the warm goo In your du-rag too son? Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude Plus your bitch might lick it Wonder who let you come to 1 2 With your doo-doo crew son Fuck are you into, huh? A-yo, A-yo I heard you ridin' with the same tall, tall tale Tellin' em you made some Sayin' you grindin' but you ain't goin' no where! Why procrastinate girl? You got a lot, but you just waste all yours and They'll forget your name soon And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah