Clouds, black of deep nights Dim my sight, block my eyes From the truth, from the flesh Black in torment steeped A force worse than hell unleashed Let
're so pretty, you are You're so pretty Turned and everything went black Turned and everything went black Turned and everything went black Turned and everything went black
. You're so pretty [chorus] You turned and everything went black Turned and everything went black You turned and everything went black You turned and everything went black
译文: 我们的. 黑色.
are. You're so pretty [chorus] You turned and everything went black Turned and everything went black You turned and everything went black You turned and everything went black
You're so pretty [chorus] You turned and everything went black Turned and everything went black You turned and everything went black You turned and everything went black
The voice of old Mr. World himself, The way he might sound if he could speak to us in our own language. Mr. World, how was this wonderful orderly Earth of ours
Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (C'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours
passin', so we smash 'em Ballin' out, we keep the cash on deck Lamborghinis and the Bentleys on the V Set Louie lens iced up with the black diamonds
WeA'll hit this town, just like a bomb For this one moment, the world is ours And still weA're waiting for the atomic bomb Black palm trees sway, they
strobe lights are dancing, we've taken all the chances She question what we are, and I'll drink to the answer Cause my heart is out of service, my eyes turn black
head sergeant We all targets, the votes are in, but they ain't ours We got these politicians running their game to regain power While our whole black
must we burst ours first Nigga we infamous, ashes to ashes till death do us And y'all weak to us If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst It's a must we burst ours
A'yo four shots let off, black truck sped off Big shit, tryna take a motherfuckin head off Ayyo hold up man, let me take y'all back to the beginning
[MC Lyte] As he came closer in his eyes I seen fortune I ain't having it like abortion Walking with this stick holding his tip Looked like a Black Panther
skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache I must ask what's goin on with rap, white kids actin black
I was in the pub last night A mutual friend of ours said He'd seen you in the uniform Yeah, the leather belt looks manly The black boots butch But oh
