Lana Del Rey feat. Iggy Azalea - National Anthem/Work | Текст песни

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• Lana Del Rey feat. Iggy Azalea
• National Anthem/Work

Walk a mile in these Louboutins,
But they don't wear these shits where I'm from,
I'm not hatin, I'm just tellin you,
I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through.

Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt,
Sugar cane, back lanes,
Three jobs, took years to save,
But I got a ticket on that plane.
People got a lot to say,
But don't know shit about where I was made,
Or how many floors that I had to scrub
Just to make it past where I am from.

No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami.
No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami.
No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami.

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich,
I've been work, work, work, work, workin on my shit.

You can hate it or love it,
Hustle and the struggle is the only thin I'm trustin,
Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget.
White chick on that Pac shit,
My passion was ironic,
And my dreams were uncommon,
Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me.
Robbed blind, basically raped me,
Ran through the bullshit like a matador,
Just made me madder and adamant to go at ‘em,
And even the score.
So I went harder,
Studied the Carters till a deal was offered,
Slept cold on the floor recording,
At 4 in the morning,
And now I'm passin the bar like a lawyer.
Immigrant, art ignorant,
Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit.
Hate to be inconsiderate,
But the industry took my innocence too late, Now I'm in this bitch!

You don't know the half.
This shit get real.
Valley girls givin blowjobs for Louboutins.
What you call that?
Head over heels.

No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami.
No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami.
No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami.

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich,
I've been work, work, work, work, workin on my shit.
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live,
I've been work, work, work, work, workin on my shit.

Now get this work!
Now get this work!
Now get this work!
Now get this work!

Workin on my shit

Pledge allegiance to the struggle,
Ain't been easy,
But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle,
Bags is all we had.
Do anythin' for my mama, I love you,
One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice
That ya managed to muscle.
Sixteen, you sent me through customs, so

All aboard my spaceship to Mercury,
Turn first at the light that's in front me
‘Cause every night Imma do it like it's my last.
This dream is all that I need
‘Cause its all that I ever had.

Now get this work!
Now get this work!
Now get this work!
Now get this work!

Workin on my shit.

Now get this work!
Now get this work!
Now get this work!
Now get this work!

Workin on my shit.

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