译文: 下周五配乐. 我们杀人犯婴儿[VITA F Ja规则].
译文: 生活. 我们杀人犯婴儿.
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: [Vita] Who that bitch be, bitch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that bitch be, bitch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that bitch
[Vita] Who that bitch be, bitch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that bitch be, bitch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that bitch be
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(feat. Vita) [Vita] Who that bitch be, bitch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who that bitch be, bitch be? Vita, Vita, Vita Vita, Vita, Vita Who
really know you I don't care what they say Boy they don't really know you, like I really know you I don't care what they say [C-Murder] It's like
all twisted Gave my homie 20 years for shop lifttin' Now that's bad because LaWan got 3 for murder Politics in the court house ain't the same since the murder
Long ago Just like the hearse, you die to get in again We are so far from you Burning on Just like a match you strike to incinerate The lives of everyone
This night, walk the dead In the solitary starlight Crash the cemetery gates In the dress your husband hates Lay down, mark the grave Where the search
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling And now the red ones make me fly and
They hold in our hearts The sword and the faith Swelled up from the rain clouds Move like a wraith Well, after all, we'll lay another day? And through
I said, ?We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight? White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time Just give us war, worn lipstick by the
We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my
Oh baby, here comes the sound I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine This is how we like to do it in the murder scene Can
In the middle of a gun fight In the center of a restaurant They say, "Come with your arms raised high" Well they're never gonna get me I'm like a bullet
Sister, I'm not much a poet but a criminal And you never had a chance Love it or leave it, you can't understand A pretty face but you do so carry on And