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译文: GBH. 我慢慢好起来.
Bird Man, up above, beautiful baby, save our love. All night killer, blown away, all night killer, blown away. I feel alright, I fell alright, feeling alright
everywhere I look an' everywhere I go Some bitch ass nigga tryin' to steal my flow But I don't pay 'em no attention, oh, should I mention I'm all about
get your answer Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt M.O.N.E.Y. the belt I stay at home just like a hermit I got the jammy but I don't got the permit
how many I gotta get through It's just a matter of time till I get to you Just a matter of time till I get to you And I gotta say I was jonesin for my
F.B.] Ya can't fuck wit me [Y.G.] So hot, make niggaz say [F.B.] Fox so hot [Y.G.] So hot, make you wanna say [F.B.] Ya can't fuck wit me [Y.G.] Na Na
treat the mic right, or I might rip it Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it I shine like
, fuck you ain't name me for? Like I told you before, I'm b.k.'s illest Dangerous bitch, b.k.'s realest Heat play wit niggaz, clap gun, I rap don gargon
as previously reckoned Cause I will not come in second! I hate to come in second Yes I do Yes I do Yes I do Yes I do I will not come in second. WILLIAM
I might rip it Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it I shine like the ice when I hold mics
y'all niggaz, wanna see me with no bread I know, I might got a price on my head It's alright I ain't scared, bitch I'm still living I know a lot of y
the mic right, or I might rip it Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it I shine like the
I'm so hood remix I'm making more I'm so Hood Remix I where my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best) And I never dance when I'm in this
get a kiss, do ya feel bad Knowin that ya swallowed all the skeeter that I had? You wanna step to me but I don't really think ya should I shoulda shot
bombs [g) Point Me at the Sky] [Gary Wehrkamp:] Hey Eugene, this is Henry McClean And I've finished my beautiful flying machine And I'm ringing to say that I
b game we too deep I'm what's poppin on grove street I'm smokin kush it feel like byrum Fuck out my way I stay poppin if he hatin ain't YG take my G so