译文: 慢痛. 重生.
that [Bridge: D-Sharp] Time goes, and I know that I must be born again Born again Time goes, and I know that I must be born again Born again [Chorus
the game to win All men should play on ten Scarface 'finna do it again Mash you nigga, smash through niggas Don't make me upstrap and blast you niggas Once again
huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
a Smith & Wesson And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight
Born with the ways) Mexican Gangster born with the badness Mexican Gangster (Si mon) Mexican Gangster (16 with a bullet) Mexican Gangster (Born with the ways) Mexican Gangster born
[T-Pain - Chorus] All I Do is win win win no matter what Got money on mind I can never get enough Whenever me and Khaled do the remix Everybody hands
a smith & wesson And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight
I'm trained for pain Immenseful strain Excruciation is my game Slice through your flesh Defy me now Feel the pain, knife driven down DRILL THROUGH
born Love of black-skinned woman She won't do you no wrong Slow to start moanin' She don't moan for long A yellow-headed woman Brings nothin' but pain
get there tonight I'm gonna be insane There's an ill wind blowing and it's bringing a storm I've had enough of your lip gonna 'cause you some pain There
back door It's front street shorty With mister Freddie Calhoun the hustla Bringin' pain to these suckers Off the top of the dock, wet you up like fluid Slick, slow
bit different from the first time I stepped on a stage Take a look at me now; a born winner In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner A natural born
up to me, how to face the teasing and the pain Hate, one thing we have in common Play your game Beat me, hurt me A physical release from mental pain
You can wait for me little girl But I won't be coming this way again And it ain't nobody's business if I do There's a slow train rumbling east of a place
chair Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary If I ever had to plot again,
like clockwork And she think in sync like clockwork Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Count the hours Count the months and minutes You're born in tears And you die in pain
