paroles de chanson Ultra Black (feat. Hit-Boy) - HIT BOY , Nas

Nas, Nas, Nas
Yeah
Nas, Nas
We goin′ (We goin'), we goin′ (We goin')
My pants 'posed to sag, yeah
We goin′ ultra, yeah
We goin′ ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don't fold the crack, we goin′ in
Occasion we rose to that, fuck all postal
We goin' ultra black, watchin′ the global change
Hop in the coldest range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit 'posed to slap
We goin′ ultra black
We goin' (We goin'), we goin′ (We goin′), uh
Rythm and blues, pop, rock to soul
'Til my toes are tagged (Uh)
How I look being tall? I′m not supposed to brag
Nobody fault, I tell the truth, I know it's facts
We ultra black
Grace Jones skin tone, but multi that
Multiple colors, we come in all shades, mocha black
Accept where I′m at and not fight me on it (Uh)
Emotional stares like I might be wanted (Yeah)
Pitch black like the night, I'm ultra black
Sanford and Son reruns, jokes are black (Ha)
Oh, yes, oh yes, God bless success
We goin′ ultra black, like the Essence Fest
Talk with a mask on, the freshest breath
African black so caress the flesh
Superfly, The Mack, sittin' fly in the 'Lac
Take the boat on the water, history talks with my daughter
My son′ll be my resurrection, constantly learnin′ lessons
I'll never die, you get the message
I hope you be better than I, life′s precious, two steppin'
Sometimes I′m over-black, even my clothes are black
Cash Money with the white tee and the soldier rag
We goin' ultra black, unapologetically black
The opposite of Doja Cat, Michael Blackson black
We goin′ ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don't fold or crack (Nas, Nas)
Occasion we rose to that, fuck all postal
We goin' ultra black, watchin′ the global change
Hop in the coldest range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit ′posed to slap
We goin' ultra black
We goin′ (We goin', we goin′)
We goin' ultra black
Raiders Oakland hat, I smoke to that
Pre-rolls and ′gnac, what's the results to that?
C-Notes and bags, she knows I'm classy like I′m Billy Dee Williams
Go ultra black, Isaac Kennedy films, Penitentiary II
Black like out in the Lou′, black don't crack
It′s like the fountain of youth, the culture's black
Like Iman, she beautiful, goin′ ultra black
To Africa, you say, "Go back", I stay pro-black, my Amex black (Ah)
Black like cornrows, afros
Black like Kaep' blackballed from the Super Bowl (Colin)
Hall & Oates, I can′t go for that
Motown Museum Detroit, I'm ultra black
This for New York and all the map
No matter your race, to me, we all are black
We goin' ultra black, I gotta toast to that
We don′t fold or crack (We don′t fold or crack)
Occasion, we rose to that, fuck goin' postal (This a celebration)
We goin′ ultra black
Watchin' the global change, hop in the coldest Range
Hit-Boy on the beat, this shit ′posed to slap
We goin' ultra black
Black is beautiful
Black is beautiful