Question

Kanye West的《Blame Game》 歌词

Answer 1

歌曲名:Blame Game
歌手:Kanye West
专辑:My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

Kanye West - Blame Game (Ft. John Legend)
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more.
Let's play the blame game for sure.
Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more.
Let's call out names, names, for sure.
I'll call you bitch for sure...
As a last resort, and my first resort.
You call me motherfucker forlorn.
At the end of it you know we both were wrong.
But I love to play the blame game, I love you, more.
Let's play the blame game for sure.
Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more.
Let's call out names, names, for sure.
On a bathroom wall I wrote
"I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else" (else, else, else).
I took a piss and dismiss it like 'fuck it' and I went and found somebody else.
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo I'd rather be by my fucking self
Till about 2 a.m. and I call back and I hang up and start to blame myself...
Somebody help.
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more
Let's play the blame game for sure.
Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more.
Let's call her names, names, for sure.
You weren't perfect but you made life worth it.
Stick around, some real feelings might surface.
Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom gripping you up,
fucking and choking you.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I know you aint getting this type of dick from that local dude.
And if you are I hope you are have a good time,
cause I definitely be having mine.
And you aint finna see a mogul get emotional,
every time I hear bout other nigga is stroking you.
Might say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you;
running my name through the mud, who's provoking you?
You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you.
Now you noticeable and cant nobody get control you.
1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you;
I'm calling your brothers phone like what was I supposed to do?
Even though I knew, he never told the truth;
he was just gon say whatever you gon told him too.
At a certain point I had to stop asking questions;
ya'll got dirt on eachother like mud wrestlers.
I heard he bought some coke with my money...dat ain't right girl.
You getting blackmailed for that white girl.
You always said Yeezy I aint you're right girl,
you'll probably find one of them "I like art" type girls
All of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl,
and I was satisfied being in love with the lie.
Now who to blame, you to blame,
me to blame for the pain and it poured every time when it rained.
Lets play the blame game...
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more
Let's play the blame game for sure.
Things used to be; now they not.
Anything but us is who we are.
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers,
We've become public enemies.
We walk away like strangers in the street;
Gone for eternity,
We erased one another.
So far from where we came,
with so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing.
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E.
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely.
Let's play the blame game, I love you, more.
Let's play the blame game for sure.
Let's call out names, names, I hate you, more.
Let's call out names, names, for sure.
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much.
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much.
I can't love you this much
No, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much.
And I know that you are somehwere doing your thing,
And when the phone called it just ring and ring.
You ain't pick up but your phone accidently called me back,
And I heard the whole thing.
I heard the whole thing, the whole thing, the whole thing...
Ohh my God..
Baby you done took this shit to another level!
Now a neighborhood nigga like me
aint supposed to be gettin no pussy like this.
Damn, damn!, who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga.
(Yeezy taught me)
You never use to talk dirty,
but now you goddamn disgusting.
My, my God, where'd you learn that?
(Yeezy taught me)
Look at you mother fuckin butt ass naked,
with them mother fuckin Jimmy Choos on.
Who taught you how to put some mother fuckin Jimmy Choos on?
(Yeezy taught me)
Yo you took your game up a whole 'nother level,
this is some Cirque 'u Soleil now!
You done went all porno on it, k.
And I, and I love it...
And I thank you, I thank you, my dick thanks you!
How did you learn, how... how did your game come up?
(Yeezy thought me)
I was fuckin parts of your pussy I never fucked before.
I was in there like 'Oh shit, I never been here before."
I've never even seen this part of pussy town before.
It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit.
What the fuck happened?
Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered?
(Yeezy re-upholstered my pussy)
You know what, I got to thank Yeezy.
And when I see that nigga Imma thank him.
Imma buy his album,
Imma download that motherfucker Imma shoot a bootlegger!
That's how good I feel about this nigga.
Oww, I still can't believe you got me this watch.
This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted!
Even with the bezel! this is the motherfucker I wanted.
I saw this shit, I saw it,
Twista had this shit on in The Source.
I remember, Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source.
That's right, that's right!
Yo yo babe, yo yo this is the best birthday ever!
Where you learn to treat a nigga like this?
(Yeezy taught me)
Yeezy taught you well, Yeezy taught you well.
Kanye West - Blame Game (Ft. John Legend)

http://music.baidu.com/song/7385328

Answer 2

是这首歌吗？？感觉。。说唱吧？我没听过~我尝试翻译，但是有很多脏话，不好意思写在这里。。希望对你有帮助。。其实kanye west百度贴吧里面有翻译的~还有有什么要求可以给我留言。。KANYE WEST - BLAME GAME(推卸责任)Whose fault?Let's play the blame game, I love you moreLet's play the blame game for sureLet's call out names, names, I hate you moreLet's call out names, names, for sureI'll call you bitch for shortAs a last resort and my first resortYou call me motherfucker for longAt the end of it, you know we both were wrongBut I love to play the blame game, I love you moreLet's play the blame game for sureLet's call out names, names, I hate you moreLet's call out names, names, for sureOn a bathroom wall I wroteI'd rather argue with you than to be with someone elseI took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck itAnd I went and found somebody elseFuck arguing or harvesting the feelingsYo, I'd rather be by my fucking self'TIl about two am and I call back and I hang upAnd I start to blame myself, somebody helpLet's play the blame game, I love you moreLet's play the blame game for sureLet's call out names, names, I hate you moreLet's call out names, names, for sureYou weren't perfect but you made life worth itStick around, some real feelings might surfaceBeen a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroomGripping you up, fucking, and choking youWhat the hell was I supposed to do?I know you ain't getting this type of dick from that localdudeAnd if you are, I hope you have a good time'Cause I definitely be having mineAnd you ain't fixin' to see a mogul get emotionalEvery time I hear about other nigga's stroking youLie and say I hit you, he sitting there consoling youRunning my name through the mud, who's provoking you?You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed youNow you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of youI'm calling your brother's phone, like what was I supposed to do?Even though I knew he never told the truthHe was just gon' say whatever that you told him toAt a certain point I had to stop asking questionsY'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlersI heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girlYou getting blackmailed for that white girlYou always said Yeezy, I ain't your right, girlYou'll probably find one of them "I like art" type girlsAll of the lights, she was caught in the hype girlAnd I was satisfied being in love with a lieNow who to blame, you to blame, me to blameFor the pain and it poured every time when it rainedLet's play the blame game, I love you moreLet's play the blame game for sureThings used to be, now they notAnything but us is who we areDisguising ourselves as secret loversWe've become public enemiesWe walk away like strangers in the streetGone for eternity, we erased one anotherSo far from where we came with so much of everythingHow do we leave with nothing?Lack of visual empathyEquates the meaning of L-O-V-EHatred and attitude tear us entirelyChloe MitchellLet's play the blame game, I love you moreLet's play the blame game for sureLet's call out names, names, I hate you moreLet's call out names, names, for sureI can't love you this much, I can't love you this muchI can't love you this much, I can't love you this muchI can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this muchI can't love you this much, I can't love you this muchAnd I know that you are somewhere doing your thingAnd when the phone called it just rang and rangYou ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called mebackAnd I heard the whole thingI heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thingOh, my God, baby, you done took this shit to the 'nothermotherfucking levelNow a neighborhood nigga like meAin't supposed to be getting no pussy like thisGod damn, god damnWho taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? Yeezy taught meYou never used to talk dirty, but now you, you god damn disgustingMy, my God, wh-wh-where'd you learn that? Yeezy taught meLook at you motherfucking butt-ass nakedWith them motherfucking Jimmy Choo's onWho thought you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on?Yeezy taught meYo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother levelThis is some Cirque Du Soleil pussy now, shitYou done went all porno on a nigga, okay?And I, I, I, I love it, and I thank youI thank you, my dick thanks youHow did you learn, how di-How did your pussy game come up?Yeezy taught meI was fucking parts of your pussyI never fucked beforeI was in there like, "Oh shit I never been here beforeI've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before"It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shitWhat the fuck happened?Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered?Yeezy re-upholstered my pussyYou know what, I got to thank YeezyAnd when I see that nigga I'ma thank himI'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfuckerI'ma shoot a bootlegger, that's how good I feel about this niggaOh, I still can't believe you got me this watchThis motherfucker's the exact motherfucker I wantedWith the bezel, this is the motherfucker I wantedI saw this shit, I saw itTwista had this shit on in The Source, I rememberTwista had this motherfucker on in The SourceThat's right, that's rightYo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this is the best birthday everWhere you learn to treat a nigga like this?Yeezy taught meYeezy taught you wellYeezy taught you well