How many times people How many times people Too many times Now that your god forsakes it How are you gonna make it into the light I know you wanna shake
译文: 拥抱. 但太多的时候.
live the American dream, and you wanna arrest me and for what? because I'm shinin blingin; mad because I'm rhymin, singin, I got too much money, I got too many
Many times I?ve tried to tell you Many times I?ve cried alone Always I?m surprised how well you Cut my feelings to the bone Don?t wanna leave you really
may be a little too fast-paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too
biggest death threat is too many regrets. And I ain't goin out like I wonder what woulda happened, If I'd never given up, Kept on rappin. Been so many
it on the tracks and brought it through the wax I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time And too much knowledge, it might break up the rhyme I did
your death embrace? Can you follow the path of grace? Can't you see the world I see? Can you see the reality? Do you remember a time like this? Or is
death embrace? Can you follow the path of grace? Can't you see the world I see? Can you see the reality? Do you remember a time like this? Or is
A time to break down and a time to build A time to weep and a time to laugh A time to embrace And a time to refrain from embracing A time to gain and
We're in the time where many doors are too hard to enter in And many people really ain't worth the mentionin' Thugs, me hugs and plus a little gentle
Come on First time that I saw your face All I said was, ?Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh? Imagine us in our embrace as I kiss on Your lips, your neck, your hips
to a life so improbable Locked under key for so many years Blinded by my blind-sided fears I?ve cried so many unforgettable tears Depressed in so many
ain't official I ain't fucking with it Thats rite son Yeah, lets do this So many nights I felt like crying Can't get you off my mind All this time I
Nah, I wasn?t raised at gunpoint and I?ve read too many books To distract me from the mirror, when unhappy with my looks And I ain?t got proper diction
Tv & me we kin My click is the mandelbrot set My crops lie unbroken Your hoaxes, a feeble attempt Circle perfect, bring the revelation Your realization far too many
a long day there would be a raid and business was slow How many times must I see a victim losing a life? How many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right? How many
live with dishonor for the rest of your life Only bitches deal with emotion Yo son, how many snitches are still in the ocean I'm gettin too deep, spittin