Аккорды к песне ​Eminem — Fuel (feat. JID)

 
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[Intro: JID] 
Smokin' trees, I’m ridin' 'round 
Come to my side of town 
Lately, it’s been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (Look, uh, look) 
 
[Verse 1: JID] 
All of my niggas gon' ride with it 
In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond 
Mama told me the power was in the tongue 
But it probably ain't powerful as a gun 
All of you little cowards get devoured, I’m givin’ out flowers to anyone 
I ain't been out the house in a minute ’cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature 
I been mindin' my business, I’m business-minded 
I been spendin' some time with the minister 
'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister 
Try to pray and rеpent in a synagogue or a mosque, a tеmple, a church 
Them brown skin's sentiment niggas hurtin' 
And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly 
R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (Forty-eight) 
My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date 
Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay 
He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank 
He made, he say they play, they gotta partake 
Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint 
Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place 
East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages 
Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage 
All the OGs 'round town was our age 
Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R rated 
Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous 
But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy 
Ya lucked up once, then ya doubled up 
I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it 
Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up 
Cover up, bundle up, batter up (Batter up) 
Um, talk a lot of smack and I could back it up 
Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up 
I can put her pussy on the platter like a platypus 
Nappy-head nigga, hair natted up 
I said, "Barbara," a nigga tatted up 
I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck 
'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult 
But niggas know it's goin' 
(Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—) 
 
[Chorus: Eminem] 
If I run out of fuel, I won't 
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't 
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—) 
That scares the fuck out of you 
 
[Verse 2: Eminem] 
For a couple decades (Brrt) 
Been lettin' this TEC spray (Brrt) 
From that day that I met Dre (Brrt) 
So you liable to catch strays (Brrt) 
From the second you press play (What?) 
I suggest they (What?) 
Do not test like an essay (Why?) 
'Cause like where my homies out west stay (Yeah) 
We can just say (What?) 
I'm like an R-A-P-E-R (Yeah) 
Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (Huh) 
Wait, he didn't just spell the word "rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep) 
R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie 
And Pac, both of y'all should be living (Yep) 
But I ain't tryna beef with him (Nope) 
'Cause he might put a hit on me like, "Keefe D, get him" 
And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (Nah) 
Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (Yeah) 
I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting 
Call me "obesity" (Why?) 
You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning 
Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (Nah) 
Used to be yea tall, then I grew a little each day 'til I became God 
Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to BK brawl 
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (Woo) 
My new Benz better than your truck by far 
Bitch, suck my balls 
You either smoke crack or you're playin' stickball in the street 
'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car (Yeah) 
But if the whole world was out to get you (What?) 
It'd turn you to a powder keg too 
Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots like (Look out, brrt) 
And that ain't no sound effect (Woo) 
Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose 
I don't condone gun violence at schools (Nah) 
But I can't get these voices out my head (Hey, let's go, one, two) 
They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup 
Got the most content on the continent 
And constant compliments give me confidence (I'm a) 
A cross of common sense and incompetence (Uh) 
I'm cognizant that conflicts are consequence (What?) 
Of accomplishments accomplished through competition 
If Kon coulda conked him into unconsciousness 
Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just 
Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (Woo, my bad) 
Nobody's sixteens are touching 
These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina 
Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat 
Got the toaster like an English muffin 
No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin' 
But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust and 
Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins 
Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down 
Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes 
Shoot 'em all then, if you think you're fuckin' with me 
You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions 
The reaper's comin' to heathen, I need it from me 
I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishing 
 
[Chorus: Eminem] 
If I run out of fuel, I won't 
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't 
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—) 
That scares the fuck out of you