the first cut is the one you feel the others just to make it real I know you and you just can't stop you show them what their lookin for its you, but
译文: 拥抱. 第一次外切.
I keep on closing You cut me open and I Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love You cut
death is a pawn in a game on a board of which I'm on. I've had a sword in my palm from the very first tracks, That were cut, mastered, and released under
you in your dreams, first we'll talk till your phone dies [Barbie Hatch][chorus] go to sleep so we can meet again go to sleep so we can meet again [Prevail] the first
will fall in this place Called Earth, made of plant, rock, water, and dirt And a name that I forgot, was called Walter at first They cut my umbilical
bein stuck and blazed up Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked, intense cut From
angel But that angel on my shoulder got strangled For trying to tangle with his nemesis, he caught him on the wrong day And got cut like DJs spinning
your golden needle sew it, thread virginial white As long as we embrace as one upon our wedding night. Did you capture all the joys the birth of our first
their eyes And miss you once again She cut herself on a piece of paper It didn't hurt but she saw the blood She could need that embrace You weren't
Vinnie got real, yeah yeah... I'm like Mussolini, I rule with a iron fist I stab you in the bladder with a dagger and watch you die in piss Cut inside
her amusement And it killed me and it stabbed me and it cut me clear open The notion that this child timid in her sins embraced pleasure Within a token
around, you'll see That I can carry the burden of pain 'Cause it ain't the first time that a man goes insane When I spread my wings to embrace him for
elation exploits the weakness of purity Protect me from the break of revulsion Against the glimmer of fates first light Embrace the ache of aftermath
I don't agree wit what he do But he a hard head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you See, when I first met my *** son was layin' in the cut Type reserve