Uptown funk you up, we say uptown funk you up—

silk threads on my back, gold鏈接in my Cup,

Deadstock kicks kick harder than karma,

Haters turn ghosts when the groove get warmer.

Harlem to the moon, Jupiter in the trunk,

Saturn on my wrist, drip slappin’ like a dunk.

Don’t believe me? Just watch—watch the cosmos pop,

We rocket in the pocket, never land, never stop.

Yo，左聲道踩著霓虹，右聲道燙著金粉，

Downtown靴子跺地，Uptown靈魂出竅；

我左手給你銅管，右手甩你一條閃電，

雙聲道同步心跳——咚！咚！

把月亮掰成兩半，一半放你口袋，

一半掛我鏈上，走哪兒亮哪兒；

別害羞，把復(fù)古扭成未來，

這晚我們讓全城同步抖肩，

左耳進(jìn)，右耳出，全是滾燙的Funk！

這首太熱，別眨眼，

整條街被我踩成節(jié)拍，

金鏈晃，鞋跟釘著月，

一口香檳噴出銀河的屑。

喇叭炸開復(fù)古火，

汗珠滾成Funk的河，

你扭腰，我甩頭，

城市屋頂統(tǒng)統(tǒng)變舞池，

誰還管明天幾點(diǎn)鐘！

Uptown Funk (放克名流) (Wideboys VIP Remix) – Mark Ronson/Bruno Mars (布魯諾·馬爾斯)

This hit

That ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer

That white gold

This one for them hood girls

Them good girls

Straight masterpieces

Styling wiling

Living it up in the city

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This hit, that ice cold,

Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold,

Stylin’, wilin’, live it up in the uptown glow,

Got that gloss on the kicks, watch me moonwalk slow,

Funk’s in the veins, got the whole block sold,

Soul so bright that the night turns bold,

We don’t brake for the ordinary—click, we roll,

Baddest in the stratosphere, baby, feel that flow,

Downtown doubts? We let ’em go—

Uptown funk’s the only way we know.

Uptown funk you up, we say uptown funk you up,

Drippin’ that gold satin swagger, shoes cut the moon in half,

H-town to Harlem—every curb’s a catwalk,

Bruno got the perm poppin’, Ronson’s groove talk,

Bass so thick it shimmy-shakes your backbone,

Ride the clap like a Cadillac chrome,

Mic in my hand, ice in my pinky,

Whole room blinkin’, everybody funky,

To the right, to the left—dip, spin, show your crest,

We don’t chase the vibe, baby, we manifest.