Un soir, tu trouveras des brouillons dans leur cachette Pour voir, tu sortiras les disques de leur pochette Notre histoire, tu la verras defiler dans
light to this paradise I'm making my mark this time Fill me in Make me whole again And then pour me out Pour me out Again and again you win
译文: 愚人之家. 让我倾吐.
this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside Motherfucka Hook [Ludacris] Well pour out the
on this track fuckin with me, y'all is willin' to try Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker [Hook] [Ludacris] Well pour out
ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man
' doggs out? Niggas betta run and hide, we about to ride Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? Who let them Eastside ridaz out
all in yo house Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth Dogg Pound Gang we let the mothafuckin' doggs out Nate
And pour sum of dat purple stuff Down here we're sippin' and blowin', ya, I know you herd of us Sometimes da game got me stressin' partner I can't lie I roll me
your neck And your throat's hanging out With a do-me-ray Now it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna
school Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool Empty refrigerator Family chew up now an laters No tv, just me there and the mc No gas, electric work The house
s plan, Amen [Chorus] Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep Wake me up before I'm dead Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
dress improvement steam I step out that bitch so clean I poured out some liquor on the street for that fool Todd He was a trill ass nigga never came at me
I'm rollin' in a seven-deuce glass house The Mob ain't nothing but a menace When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them old beats I'm pouring out
So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer Now look at how the enemies made me I'm crazy Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me I blaze
on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside Motherfucka Hook Ludacris Well pour out the
havin' fun And it's cool 'til a fool pull a loaded gun 'Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots
