Meet you dowstairs in the bar and hurt, Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt, You say 'What did you do with him today?', And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray, 'Cause you're my fella my guy, Hand me your Stella and fly, By the time I'm out the door, You tear men down like Roger Moore, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, Upstairs in bed with my ex boy, He's in a place but I can't get joy, Thinking on you in the final throes, This is when my buzzer goes, Run out to meet you, chips and pitta, You say 'when we married', 'cause you're not bitter, 'There'll be none of him no more', I cried for you on the kitchen floor, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain, We're like how we were again, I'm in the tub, you on the seat, Lick your lips as I soap my feet, Then you notice like carpet burn, My stomach drop and my guts churn, You shrug and it's the worst, Who truly stuck the knife in first I cheated myself, Like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good.
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt, Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt, You say "what did you do with him today?", And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray, 'Cause you're my fella, my guy, Hand me your stella and fly, By the time I'm out the door, You tear men down like Roger Moore, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy, He's in a place, but I can't get joy, Thinking on you in the final throes, This is when my buzzer goes, Run out to meet you, chips and pitta, You say 'when we married", 'cause you're not bitter, "There'll be none of him no more," I cried for you on the kitchen floor, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain, We're like how we were again, I'm in the tub, you on the seat, Lick your lips as I soak my feet, Then you notice little carpet burn, My stomach drops and my guts churn, You shrug and it's the worst, Who truly stuck the knife in first I cheated myself, Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble, Yeah, you know that I'm no good.
Nos vemos abajo en el bar y el dolor, Sus mangas enrolladas en su camiseta del cráneo, Usted dice "¿qué hiciste con él hoy?", Y me olido como si estuviera Tanqueray, Porque eres mi amigo, mi chico, Pásame tu stella y volar, En el momento en que estoy fuera de la puerta, Se desgarra los hombres abajo como Roger Moore, Me engañé a mí mismo, Como yo sabía que lo haría, Te dije que era un problema, Tú sabes que yo no soy bueno, Arriba, en la cama, con mi ex muchacho, Está en un lugar, pero no puedo conseguir la alegría, Pensando en usted en la agonía final, Esto es cuando mi timbre va, Corre a tu encuentro, fichas y pitta, Usted dice 'cuando nos casamos ", Porque usted no es amargo, "No habrá nada de él no más" Lloré por ti en el suelo de la cocina, Me engañé a mí mismo, Como yo sabía que lo haría, Te dije que era un problema, Tú sabes que yo no soy bueno, Dulce reencuentro, Jamaica y España, Somos como cómo estábamos de nuevo, Estoy en la bañera, que en el asiento, Lick sus labios mientras me empapo mis pies, Luego te das cuenta poco quemadura alfombra, Mi estómago se cae y mis entrañas churn, Usted encoge y es lo peor, ¿Quién realmente atascado el cuchillo en primera Me engañé a mí mismo, Como yo sabía que lo haría Te dije que era un problema, Tú sabes que yo no soy bueno, Me engañé a mí mismo, Como yo sabía que lo haría Te dije que era un problema, Sí, ya sabes que no soy bueno
E-Sens nas & jay, 50, snoop & T.I Dynamic Duo, D.T & Epik High. thugs luv ladies and ladies luv hip-hop 꿈이란 단어가 지겨워 지는 날들 때문에 태어난 이 빌어먹을 rap shit. uh real reconize. 입술 부르트는 키스 내 m.i.c 에게 돌아오는 거 없는 스케쥴 다 뛰어 개같이 피곤한 새벽에 난 또 외롭고 맛이 간 내 목소리는 까칠해졌어 창조의 밤들에게 세상은 언제나 no pay 발은 씨발 계속 빠지는 데 이상은 높게. 적당히 꺾이네 스물둘에 비친 이 거리와 저 궁전들은 적당히 미친 자들의 무대야 기대만큼 좌절이 깊지 동료들은 이런 내 말들 알아듣기 쉽지? you know I'm no good. 나를 못 채워주는 생활들의 조용한 반복 뿐. 내 사랑아 좀만 기다려 조금만 참어 웃으면서 앞에 설게 그래 음악이 내 스폰서. Simon D 무슨 말이 더 필요하겠어 고충은 보통 이가 시리게 뼈저리게 천천히 다가와 지뢰같은 삶에 씁쓸한 복수는 노동으로 말미암아 쉽게 포기를.. 아니 꽉잡아 조종사가 겁이 많은 험난한 이 비행 소속사가 없이 나는 혼자 미친 rapper reference만 베껴놓은 flow는 100그램. 매끄러운 하루는 언제쯤 도대체 최근에 걸려왔던 태클들에 독설들로 마무리 지으려 쓴웃음 지으며 실증났던 술잔을 다시 기울여 미운 어린 독기 가득 품은 오늘도 난 혼자라는 사실만 잊은 채로 잠들겠지만 내일 또 누군가와 마주치면 억지로 어색한 감각에 적응한 척 미소만 던지고 결국엔 까칠한 내 유행어를 모두에게 날려 "Do you know I'm no good?" 대답은 "조금" Minos "you know? I'm no good." 군대를 전역하고 나서 부터 주머니속에다 꼬깃꼬깃 접어뒀던 종이속 내 고민은 꼬리에 또 꼬리를 물고 날 떠미네. 무슨 대학에서 니가해야겠어 하는 최한계선을 잡아냈어? rap? 그건 좀 최악의 선택. 가족들 다떠밀고? 죄야 죄. 20년의 분통. 미식거림, 구토. 신이 나를 꿀꺽 삼켜버린 후부터 ah~ 누구부터 나를 위로할래? 술, 담배? what? 뱉어낼께 난 너무도 많아. 펜과 공책, 세상이 갚았던 건 조금도 위로가 되지 못해 뱉어낼뿐. 지금은 어디로? 집을 떠났고 마음 속은 텅비었지. 이 아픈 놈은 뭐가 비었지 나의 몫을 돌려줘 더는 세상에 속을 생각은 없어. you know I'm no good. 빌어먹을 microphone 한자루. 아무리 말해봤자 난 알거든 메아린 없겠지. I'm unhappy.
[Intro: E SENS] Nas and Jay, 50, Snoop and T.I Dynamic Duo, D.T and Epik High Thugs luv ladies and ladies luv hip-hop Thugs luv ladies... [Verse 1: E SENS] 꿈이란 단어가 지겨워 지는 날들 때문에 태어난 이 빌어먹을 rap shit, uh, real reconize 입술 부르트는 kiss 내 M.I.C 에게 돌아오는 거 없는 스케줄, 다 뛰어 개같이 피곤한 새벽에 난 또 외롭고 맛이 간 내 목소리는 까칠해졌어 창조의 밤들에게 세상은 언제나 no pay 발은 씨발 계속 빠지는데 이상은 높게 적당히 꺾이네, 스물둘에 비친 이 거리와 저 궁전들은 적당히 미친 자들의 무대야 기대만큼 좌절이 깊지 동료들은 이런 내 말들 알아듣기 쉽지? You know I'm no good 나를 못 채워주는 생활들의 조용한 반복 뿐 내 사랑아, 좀만 기다려, 조금만 참어 웃으면서 앞에 설게, 그래, 음악이 내 스폰서
suspensión introspectiva, pensando con la cara para arriba mientras entran en cadena cambios de filosofía la odisea se crea fria y se cocina mientras su final se aproxima el placer ardía salió la rabia de mi radio la usé para prender un fuego con papel de diario fue tardío pero salió alumbró el suelo y encontramos piezas de topacio buen servicio ojos oscuros y pelo lacio asi se ve un plotterience que nació para llenar un vacío llenarme de sabiduría es mi unico deseo saber que mi mente creció cada vez que pudo en este plano solo soy un inquilino, me ven como este montón de carne que alquilo hay una araña re loca en el submarino nosotros tambien lo estamos y se nota, le hablamos de fla nos fuimos, y volvimos porque escuchamos un tango sonar, a callar y prestarle atención nos obligamos y pienso en un futuro en el que yo no soy solo un rapero, estoy cantando en un escenario tocando el piano
since you are familiar with Amy Winehouse voice and have likely listened to her songs before, your brain might be automatically filling in the missing vocal parts of the instrumental track
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt, Your rolled-up sleeves in your skull t-shirt, You say, "What did you do with him today?" And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray, 'Cause you're my fella, my guy, Hand me your Stella and fly, By the time I'm out the door, You tear me down like Roger Moore, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, Upstairs in bed, with my ex-boy, He's in a place, but I can't get joy, Thinking on you in the final throes, This is when my buzzer goes, Run out to meet you, chips and pitta, You say, "When we're married," 'Cause you're not bitter, "There'll be none of him no more," I cried for you on the kitchen floor, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would, I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain, We're like how we were again, I'm in the tub, you on the seat, Lick your lips as I soak my feet, Then you notice little carpet burn, My stomach drop and my guts churn, You shrug and it's the worst, Who truly stuck the knife in first I cheated myself, Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good, I cheated myself, Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble, Yeah, you know that I'm no good.
i could listen to Amy instrumentals all day
Meet you dowstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say 'What did you do with him today?',
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
'Cause you're my fella my guy,
Hand me your Stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed with my ex boy,
He's in a place but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say 'when we married',
'cause you're not bitter,
'There'll be none of him no more',
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soap my feet,
Then you notice like carpet burn,
My stomach drop and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good.
I love the entire 'back to black' album!
Buen día, excelente obra de arte, gracias por compartirla. Saludos desde el centro del mundo: Guayaquil-Ecuador un martes 08-12-2020 👋 🇪🇨
God I love this. TBS has been playing this during the MLB playoffs and I didnt even recognize it was "You Know I'm No Good" until I used shazam.
This song gaves me goosebumps!
This is pure art
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say "what did you do with him today?",
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
'Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say 'when we married",
'cause you're not bitter,
"There'll be none of him no more,"
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice little carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good.
MastermindX24 damn that's sick yo. Was that a freestyle?
Isaac Chavez those are the actual lyrics
Thank you 😘😘
Lindo demais esse arranjo!
🤝
EXCELENTE MUSICA TREMENDA ORQUESTA
Just listened to this song and thought that beat is sick.. gotta find an instrumental
an amazing voice Amy Winehouse 👑🎤🖤🙏😢
3:38 - 4:18 ♡♡♡
makes me cry... thinking in her
Amy
Get ready: this instrumental is going to be my new intro theme!
SortOfminecraft to what videos? 😂
This is the best thing ever.
Rip Amy
very nice.. thanks so much.. Love you Amy
2:08
Best part eveer
Nos vemos abajo en el bar y el dolor, Sus mangas enrolladas en su camiseta del cráneo, Usted dice "¿qué hiciste con él hoy?", Y me olido como si estuviera Tanqueray, Porque eres mi amigo, mi chico, Pásame tu stella y volar, En el momento en que estoy fuera de la puerta, Se desgarra los hombres abajo como Roger Moore, Me engañé a mí mismo, Como yo sabía que lo haría, Te dije que era un problema, Tú sabes que yo no soy bueno, Arriba, en la cama, con mi ex muchacho, Está en un lugar, pero no puedo conseguir la alegría, Pensando en usted en la agonía final, Esto es cuando mi timbre va, Corre a tu encuentro, fichas y pitta, Usted dice 'cuando nos casamos ", Porque usted no es amargo, "No habrá nada de él no más" Lloré por ti en el suelo de la cocina, Me engañé a mí mismo, Como yo sabía que lo haría, Te dije que era un problema, Tú sabes que yo no soy bueno, Dulce reencuentro, Jamaica y España, Somos como cómo estábamos de nuevo, Estoy en la bañera, que en el asiento, Lick sus labios mientras me empapo mis pies, Luego te das cuenta poco quemadura alfombra, Mi estómago se cae y mis entrañas churn, Usted encoge y es lo peor, ¿Quién realmente atascado el cuchillo en primera Me engañé a mí mismo, Como yo sabía que lo haría Te dije que era un problema, Tú sabes que yo no soy bueno, Me engañé a mí mismo, Como yo sabía que lo haría Te dije que era un problema, Sí, ya sabes que no soy bueno
RIP
E-Sens nas & jay, 50, snoop & T.I Dynamic Duo, D.T & Epik High. thugs luv ladies and ladies luv hip-hop 꿈이란 단어가 지겨워 지는 날들 때문에 태어난 이 빌어먹을 rap shit. uh real reconize.
입술 부르트는 키스 내 m.i.c 에게 돌아오는 거 없는 스케쥴 다 뛰어 개같이
피곤한 새벽에 난 또 외롭고 맛이 간 내 목소리는 까칠해졌어 창조의 밤들에게 세상은 언제나 no pay
발은 씨발 계속 빠지는 데 이상은 높게. 적당히 꺾이네 스물둘에 비친 이 거리와 저 궁전들은 적당히 미친
자들의 무대야 기대만큼 좌절이 깊지 동료들은 이런 내 말들 알아듣기 쉽지?
you know I'm no good. 나를 못 채워주는 생활들의 조용한 반복 뿐. 내 사랑아 좀만 기다려 조금만 참어
웃으면서 앞에 설게 그래 음악이 내 스폰서.
Simon D 무슨 말이 더 필요하겠어 고충은 보통 이가 시리게 뼈저리게 천천히 다가와
지뢰같은 삶에 씁쓸한 복수는 노동으로 말미암아 쉽게 포기를.. 아니 꽉잡아
조종사가 겁이 많은 험난한 이 비행 소속사가 없이 나는 혼자 미친 rapper
reference만 베껴놓은 flow는 100그램. 매끄러운 하루는 언제쯤 도대체
최근에 걸려왔던 태클들에 독설들로 마무리 지으려 쓴웃음 지으며 실증났던 술잔을 다시 기울여
미운 어린 독기 가득 품은 오늘도 난 혼자라는 사실만 잊은 채로 잠들겠지만
내일 또 누군가와 마주치면 억지로 어색한 감각에 적응한 척 미소만 던지고
결국엔 까칠한 내 유행어를 모두에게 날려 "Do you know I'm no good?" 대답은 "조금"
Minos "you know? I'm no good." 군대를 전역하고 나서 부터 주머니속에다
꼬깃꼬깃 접어뒀던 종이속 내 고민은 꼬리에 또 꼬리를 물고 날 떠미네.
무슨 대학에서 니가해야겠어 하는 최한계선을 잡아냈어? rap? 그건 좀 최악의 선택. 가족들 다떠밀고? 죄야 죄.
20년의 분통. 미식거림, 구토. 신이 나를 꿀꺽 삼켜버린 후부터 ah~ 누구부터 나를 위로할래? 술, 담배? what?
뱉어낼께 난 너무도 많아. 펜과 공책, 세상이 갚았던 건 조금도 위로가 되지 못해 뱉어낼뿐. 지금은 어디로?
집을 떠났고 마음 속은 텅비었지. 이 아픈 놈은 뭐가 비었지 나의 몫을 돌려줘 더는 세상에 속을 생각은 없어.
you know I'm no good. 빌어먹을 microphone 한자루. 아무리 말해봤자 난 알거든 메아린 없겠지.
I'm unhappy.
muy bueno felicidades¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡
i liked
muy bueno!!!!!!!!!
help me , which programe do u use to make instrumentals like the original please :D
[Intro: E SENS]
Nas and Jay, 50, Snoop and T.I
Dynamic Duo, D.T and Epik High
Thugs luv ladies and ladies luv hip-hop
Thugs luv ladies...
[Verse 1: E SENS]
꿈이란 단어가 지겨워 지는 날들 때문에
태어난 이 빌어먹을 rap shit, uh, real reconize
입술 부르트는 kiss 내 M.I.C 에게
돌아오는 거 없는 스케줄, 다 뛰어 개같이
피곤한 새벽에 난 또 외롭고
맛이 간 내 목소리는 까칠해졌어
창조의 밤들에게 세상은 언제나 no pay
발은 씨발 계속 빠지는데 이상은 높게
적당히 꺾이네, 스물둘에 비친
이 거리와 저 궁전들은 적당히 미친 자들의 무대야
기대만큼 좌절이 깊지
동료들은 이런 내 말들 알아듣기 쉽지?
You know I'm no good
나를 못 채워주는 생활들의 조용한 반복 뿐
내 사랑아, 좀만 기다려, 조금만 참어
웃으면서 앞에 설게, 그래, 음악이 내 스폰서
이거 있네ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
어머... 감사합니다!
can u upload the instrumental of Cupid please??
Beep bop booty boop 🎵🎶bop boop!!
Thank u
suspensión introspectiva, pensando con la cara para arriba mientras entran en cadena cambios de filosofía
la odisea se crea fria y se cocina mientras su final se aproxima el placer ardía
salió la rabia de mi radio
la usé para prender un fuego con papel de diario
fue tardío pero salió alumbró el suelo y encontramos piezas de topacio buen servicio
ojos oscuros y pelo lacio
asi se ve un plotterience que nació para llenar un vacío
llenarme de sabiduría es mi unico deseo
saber que mi mente creció cada vez que pudo
en este plano solo soy un inquilino,
me ven como este montón de carne que alquilo
hay una araña re loca en el submarino
nosotros tambien lo estamos y se nota, le hablamos
de fla nos fuimos, y volvimos porque escuchamos un tango sonar, a callar y prestarle atención nos obligamos
y pienso en un futuro en el que yo no soy solo un rapero, estoy cantando en un escenario tocando el piano
Can this instrumental be used for a cover ?
I can hear her voice in this instrument, isn't weird, maybe my brain is hallucinating
since you are familiar with Amy Winehouse voice and have likely listened to her songs before, your brain might be automatically filling in the missing vocal parts of the instrumental track
MArk Ronson
how can i download this inst i wanna use it to cover please answer the question
use flvto.com, it always works for me
flvto.biz
thank U . can i use it?
sickkkkkkk
What happened to the bass?
@undergroundfreak87 mark ronson/dap kings
Mi propia versión: th-cam.com/video/CQ_3tkycq2Y/w-d-xo.html
deve ser re costoso separar la melodia del caraoque
MPAA fucked up the download, ffs
no
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled-up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say, "What did you do with him today?"
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
'Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your Stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear me down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed, with my ex-boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say, "When we're married,"
'Cause you're not bitter,
"There'll be none of him no more,"
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice little carpet burn,
My stomach drop and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good.
this instrumental can be used to make a cover?