you believe the lies, do you believe what they said. Comments about your life, things that you have done. Don't walk away, you've gotta turn and face the Son
you believe the lies, do you believe what they said. Comments about your life, things that you have done. Don?t walk away, you?ve gotta turn and face the Son
译文: 说. 面对儿子.
He walks on the clouds, He is as close as a brother is, He's never been knocked down, unlike any other. Pride in his face, his mind is sound, he's found
and no one sells And still they claim king Nigga it's the same thing All day long But that's the screw face Rappers will friend you at 1st but really they two faced
son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
doin a bid Today I read the paper and it said tru life caught a case They said they found the victim with a knife stuck in his face I spoke it Michael
ain't got to talk about the half up in the duffle bag Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we nigga rich I'll yellow bottle your face
Do you ever look around turn your ear to the ground show your face to the sky on a night when the skies echoe sounds from inside of your mind on the stage
We never spoke a word But every thought she had I heard from across the room We were standing face to face I couldn't find the words to say give me one
right there could drive a sane man bizzerk Not to worry Mr. H said the izzles back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Tellin' her her son
hears music playing and Spanish spoken The border patrol outside of Tucson boarded the bus Any aliens here? You better check with us How about you son
[spoken, with drums getting progressively louder] Jus' look at them. I tell you, it warms the heart to see the little ones out there. Y' know, it wasn
I hold it down the minute the homie touch down (salute) Stepping up the scifer when the loose gets bust down I don't like stogs spoke, (a ah) play the
s biddin' war time I got a Bloomberg league So the hood's overwhelmed (why) They know it's the voice of the hustler whenever they hear son up at the Helm Son
's Gimme low-do's and a connect, that Neva closed And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos Fuck some Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all chrome
the hood for, all to see Problems, I called on him, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Met him unlocked doors, off my keys Yeah we spoke
