Accordi e testo completo di "American Boy" di Estelle, Kanye West per chitarra. Tonalità: SOL. Accordi principali: SIm7, SI7, LAm7, MI7+, DO7+, RE9, FA7+. Spartito con accordi sopra il testo, trasponibile su Strimpello.

Tonalità

SOL

Accordi

SIm7, SI7, LAm7, MI7+, DO7+, RE9, FA7+

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Quali sono gli accordi di American Boy di Estelle, Kanye West?
Gli accordi usati in "American Boy" di Estelle, Kanye West sono: SIm7, SI7, LAm7, MI7+, DO7+, RE9, FA7+. Tonalità: SOL.
In che tonalità è American Boy?
"American Boy" di Estelle, Kanye West è in tonalità SOL.
Dove trovo il testo e gli accordi di American Boy?
Testo e accordi completi di "American Boy" sono su Strimpello: https://strimpello.com/song/american-boy.
Chi canta American Boy?
"American Boy" è interpretata da Estelle, Kanye West.

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American Boy
Estelle · Kanye West
Key: SOL
Intro:

SIm7    SI7    LAm7

MI7+
 Just another one champion sound

DO7+                                     LAm7
Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (get down)

Who the hottest in the world right now

                     RE9      MI7+
Just touched down in London town

Bet they give me a pound

DO7+
Tell them put the money in my hand right now

LAm7
Tell the promoter we need more seats

                         FA7+
We just sold out all the floor seats

MI7+                           DO7+
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday

LAm7                                   RE9
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.

  MI7+                DO7+
I really want to come kick it with you

LAm7                         FA7+
You'll be my American boy

MI7+           DO7+        
 He said "Hey, sister, it's really, 

               LAm7
really nice to meet you"

                         RE9               MI7+          
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type

                    DO7+
I like the way he's speaking, 

                  LAm7
his confidence is peaking

Don't like his baggy jeans

          RE9              MI7+
But I'mma like what's underneath them

               DO7+
And no I ain't been to M.I.A

  LAm7
I heard that Cali never rains 

                      RE9
and New York's heart awaits

MI7+
First let's see the west end, 

     DO7+
I'll show you to my brethren

I'm liking this American boy, American boy

MI7+                           DO7+
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday

LAm7                                   RE9
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.

  MI7+                DO7+
I really want to come kick it with you

LAm7                        FA7+     MI7+
You'll be my American boy, American boy

                     DO7+                     LAm7
Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway

                                    RE9       MI7+
Let's go shopping, baby, then we'll go to a café

                DO7+                     LAm7
Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood

I never been to Brooklyn 

        RE9                 MI7+
and I'd like to see what's good

         DO7+
Dress in all your fancy clothes

LAm7
Sneakers looking fresh to death, 

                       RE9
I'm loving those Shell Toes

MI7+               DO7+
Walking that walk, talk that slick talk

    LAm7                       RE9
I'm liking this American boy, American boy

MI7+                           DO7+
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday

LAm7                                   RE9
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.

  MI7+                DO7+
I really want to come kick it with you

LAm7                      
You'll be my American boy, 

Tell 'em kno wagwan blud

MI7+
Who killing 'em in the U.K.

DO7+
Everybody gonna say, "You, K"

LAm7
 Reluctantly 'cause most of this press 

                FA7+
don't fuck with me

             MI7+
Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down

DO7+
Don't act a fool now, now"

  LAm7
I always act a fool, oww, oww, 

                  RE9
ain't nothing new now, now

MI7+
 He crazy, I know what ya thinking

DO7+
 Ribena I know what you're drinking

LAm7
 Rap singer, Chain Blinger

                                RE9
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking

MI7+
 What's your persona?

 DO7+                 LAm7
About this Americana Brama

                                     RE9
Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer

MI7+
 Dressed smart like a London Bloke

  DO7+
Before he speak his suit bespoke

And you thought he was cute before

Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke

MI7+
 And I know you ain't into all that

  DO7+
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit

LAm7
But I still talk that ca-ah-ash

                  RE9          MI7+
'Cause a lot wags wanna hear it

                                    DO7+
And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest

                         LAm7
Like The Pips at they Gladys

And I know they love it

                         FA7+ MI7+
So to hell with all that rubbish

              DO7+                            LAm7
Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)

                       RE9                    MI7+
Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)

              DO7+
Could you be my love, my love?

     LAm7                           RE9
Ooh, would you be my American boy? American boy

MI7+                           DO7+
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday

LAm7                                   RE9
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.

  MI7+                DO7+
I really want to come kick it with you

LAm7                        FA7+     MI7+    DO7+
You'll be my American boy, American boy...

LAm7      RE9  MI7+    DO7+    LAm7      RE9

American Boy

Estelle · Kanye West · Key SOL

Intro:
Just another one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (get down)
Who the hottest in the world right now
Just touched down in London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
He said "Hey, sister, it's really,
really nice to meet you"
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type
I like the way he's speaking,
his confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans
But I'mma like what's underneath them
And no I ain't been to M.I.A
I heard that Cali never rains
and New York's heart awaits
First let's see the west end,
I'll show you to my brethren
I'm liking this American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy
Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping, baby, then we'll go to a café
Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood
I never been to Brooklyn
and I'd like to see what's good
Dress in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death,
I'm loving those Shell Toes
Walking that walk, talk that slick talk
I'm liking this American boy, American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy,
Tell 'em kno wagwan blud
Who killing 'em in the U.K.
Everybody gonna say, "You, K"
Reluctantly 'cause most of this press
don't fuck with me
Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down
Don't act a fool now, now"
I always act a fool, oww, oww,
ain't nothing new now, now
He crazy, I know what ya thinking
Ribena I know what you're drinking
Rap singer, Chain Blinger
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking
What's your persona?
About this Americana Brama
Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer
Dressed smart like a London Bloke
Before he speak his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke
And I know you ain't into all that
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
But I still talk that ca-ah-ash
'Cause a lot wags wanna hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest
Like The Pips at they Gladys
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)
Would you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)
Could you be my love, my love?
Ooh, would you be my American boy? American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy...

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