Аккорды к песне ​Nas — Speechless

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|Intro| 
Hm 
I don’t even know what’s goin’ on no more 
I don’t even know what’s happenin’ man 
Ain’t no answers 
I’ma figure some shit out thought, ya heard? 
You know 
Yeah, yeah 
Just try to get my weight up 
Try to get all my watches in order 
Get my safe up 
Get great 
 
|Verse 1| 
Hm 
I’m twenty-one years past the twenty-seven club 
It’s like I went back into may past and then I sped it up 
Robert Johnson, Winehouse and Morrison found where Heaven was 
Heaven on Earth, this shit is magic with no fairy dust 
Home of the gully, gangsta, the gruesome, and the scary stuff 
I told my brother Jung, “Fuck ’em, they gon’ through Hell with us 
They don’t have the history in the streets that compare with us” 
Hood niggas they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis 
Only thing undefeatred is time 
Second is the internet, number three is this rhyme 
Before security, my dog had to sneak in the nine 
God must be on my side 
I had to eat and provide 
My winning streak is divine 
I told Thun, “Leave the street shit behind 
Don’t let ’em hype you a slow run beats cheatin’ the grind” 
Dog, I’m tellin’ it like it is 
You gotta deal with the consequence 
When you run in a nigga’s crib nigga you better be ready to sit 
 
|Chorus| 
Em               G 
Dope dealers, street hustlers, pot cases 
F#m             Am 
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases 
Em               G 
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces 
F#m             Am 
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it 
Em          G   F#m Am 
Left ’em speechless 
Em          G   F#m Am 
Left ’em speechless 
 
|Verse 2| 
Hm 
Pick a down on his luck rapper 
Bet her broke the arrogance of a crackhead 
Mad at a weed smoker, or a pill taker 
Who hate a distilled wine drinker 
A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger 
Aight, I get it 
It’s who the littest, we in competition 
Y’all did adversity to death, I got a proposition 
You and your brothers stop plottin’ on each other, plot on millions 
Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest 
Spread your bets out, double down on what’s working 
Then you double up 
Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch 
Honestly, I’m speechless 
Fly to Greece, twenty pointers on the chain, I freaked it 
Lawn chair in the hood, sittin’ comfortably 
I must be insane givin’ you bars runnin’ companies 
I’m done with the redundancies 
Checking on my history, making content for Viacom 
License music to Tiffany’s, I come from 
 
|Chorus| 
Em               G 
Dope dealers, street hustlers, pot cases 
F#m             Am 
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases 
Em               G 
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces 
F#m             Am 
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it 
Em 
Left ’em speechless  
 G 
(Just like when the judge read the sentence, threw your life away in minutes) 
F#m 
Left ’em speechless  
 Am 
(The bounce back, the greatest feeling when they thought you was finished) 
 
Em              G F#m  Am 
Left ’em speechless 
Em      G F#m  Am 
Speechless