DJ Khaled Ft. Kanye West – Theraflu [Video y Letra]

(unh, can the headphones go louder?)
(kanye west!)
(swag king cole)
(dj khaled!)

[kanye west]
can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
tell peta my mink is draggin’ on the floor
can i have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
come to meet me wit’out no drawers?
dinner with anna wintour, racin’ wit’ anja rubik
i told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music
in the projects one day to project runway
we done heard all that loud-ass talkin’, we used to it
i’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
might even kill somebody and youtube it
so whoever think they words affect me is too stupid
and if you could do it better than me, then you do it
we flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the paris news!
don’t talk about style, ‘cause i embarrass you
shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore i embarrass you

can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
tell peta my mink is draggin’ on the floor
can i have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
come to meet me wit’out no drawers?

and the whole industry wanna fuck yo’ old chick
only nigga i got respect for is wiz
and i’ll admit, i fell in love with kim
‘round the same time she had fell in love wit’ him
well, that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thing
lucky i ain’t have jay drop ‘im from the team
la familia, roc nation
we in the buildin’, but still keep it basement
flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, i made it to the paris news
don’t talk about style, ‘cause i embarrass you
shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore i embarrassed you
g.o.o.d. music, we fresh, we fresh
anything else, we detest, detest
bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
all that said, lemme ask this quest’

can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
tell peta my mink is draggin’ on the floor
can i have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
come to meet me wit’out…

don’t talk to me ‘bout style, nigga, i’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
talkin’ ‘bout clothes, i’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
hollin’ ‘bout some hoes, i’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
way too cold, i promise you’ll need some theraflu

(uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) get the theraflu
(uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) get the theraflu
(uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
(uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) get the theraflu

Kanye West - Theraflu ft. DJ Khaled [Video y Letra]

(Unh, can the headphones go louder?)
(Kanye West!)
(Swag King Cole)
(DJ Khaled!)
[Kanye West]
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racin’ wit’ Anja Rubik
I told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talkin’, we used to it
I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid
And if you could do it better than me, then you do it
We flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style, ’cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrass you
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?
And the whole industry wanna fuck yo’ old chick
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz
And I’ll admit, I fell in love with Kim
‘Round the same time she had fell in love wit’ him
Well, that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thing
Lucky I ain’t have Jay drop ‘im from the team
La familia, Roc Nation
We in the buildin’, but still keep it basement
Flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news
Don’t talk about style, ’cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you
G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest’
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out…
Don’t talk to me ’bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Talkin’ ’bout clothes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Hollin’ ’bout some hoes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

Kanye West - Mercy feat. Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz [Video y Letra]

[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake
Whoa, make the ground move, that’s an ass quake
Built a house up on that ass, that’s an ass state
Roll my weed on it, that’s an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this every day-day? (Huh!)
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day (Huh!)
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
(And niggas still hating) so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perriering
White girls politicking that’s that Sarah Palin
Gettin’ high, Californicating
I give her that D, cause that’s where I was born and raised in
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James, ho
I’m bill droppin’, Ms. Pacman is pill popping, ho
I’m poppin’ too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that’s real money
Check the neck check the wrist, them heads turnin’, that’s exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that’s Swiss time and that’s excellence
Two door preference, roof gone George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake so your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go wherever we go we do it pronto
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I’m fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit
Tell ‘em, “Give me fifty million or I’mma quit”
Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level
Turn up the bass ’til it’s up-in-your-face level
Don’t do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious
Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dali
Now everybody is movin’ they body
Don’t sell me apartment, I’ll move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin’ just to feel important
You gon’ see lawyers and niggas in Jordans
[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Ok, now ketchup to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise
I’m drunk and high at the same time drinkin’ champagne on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds backpack rhymin, co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yup!)
Horse power, horse power, all this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost four thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin’, all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan
[Hook]