I will have to fight One life, one chance, gotta do it right One life, one chance, gotta do it right One life, one chance, gotta do it right One life, one chance
And no one said it was gonna be easy And I'm not afraid to try And with the odds stacked up against me, I will have to fight One life, one chance, gotta
译文: 水. 一生一机会.
H.O.V.A. The blueprint 2, baby, on the way H.O.V.A. I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave H.O.V.A. The blueprint 2, baby, on the way H.O.V.A. I got
for it That's why I sixteen years and a positive Try to let go of my negative Only got one life to live It's fucked up, only had one chance And now I
[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius
Me tomas o me dejas o te quedas bien muerto Quiero abrazarte y apapacharte Siente mis labios son salientos con besarte Buscandonos, amandonos, besandonos Juntos al amanecer, al amanecer [Verse 2
, A.C. Chill, L.T. This one's Ghetto Tales What you know about that? Chorus (2Xs) These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales Dope sales and life is hell,
It's off the hook home slice, like a lucky fish. All I wish is that you taste this like a Swedish dish. It's the L-A-R-S, H-O double-R I-S... and I represent
cash What cashes we cleansing, it's all about the Benjamins, what If it's dirty then we rincing it off You niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2
and Shadow The Mayhem Click Comin' at you once again, let the Mayhem begin [Mr. Shadow] Que Hubole 2-0-3 otravez en tu area Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha [Verse One
we hear you speak So you ain't got a chance in hell You'll be known as the late LL The man who lost one, one too often Came wit a soft one and went to
owe him some head (Shortyyyy!) It's time to wake up the dead You sound a little naive in them articles that I read [Hook] (x2) H, O V A The Blueprint 2 baby, on the way H, O
(feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa