译文: 移动. 您的梦想之怒.
Mack truck, waxin' those who talk junk Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs Wanna see your dome bust sucker 'cause I don't care Nuttin' 'bout you, your
it Slides through the metal detector Lives like a mole in a motel A slide in a slide projector The cool, cool river Sweeps the wild, white ocean The rage, the rage
got your this of that and your that of this with the king of groove baby you can't miss you got your Joan of Arc and your house of wax but with the
must God punish me this way? Lay down my hand, the next move is yours As you undress me with your frozen eyes In all of my dreams I never thought I'
$hort Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (Bitch) Too $hort, Too $hort Now fuck around and get a 5 finger hand plant Straight across your face To make
, brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams
eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage What ya gonna do if i show up at your place Try to
eyes, hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket I cradle my gage What ya gonna do if I show up at your place Try
don't know what it meant, till the next day you wack up. With your dick in your homies butt. [Violent J] I might grabbed your face, twist your neck and
need only trust your feelings Only love can steer you right' 'i bring laughter, I bring music I bring joy and I bring tears I will soothe your primal
and mind. Through the wound torn in space and time. I blink, centuries unwind. Hear the voice of the suns, Their wind at your face, The rage of their
battle raging On the other side of the wall I buried my head in a pillow And tried to ignore it all Every night when I hear you I dream of breaking down your
your death and only tell Your closest friends, oh, my God Oh, my God, can I complain? You take away my firm belief And graft my soul upon your grief
had enough of those moves I've had enough of those moves You get everything away I've lost all I can Lost to your skill and your games But you're so
promise you, I promise that I'll run away with you, I'll run away with you Spinning on that dizzy air I kiss your face and kiss your head And dreamed
problem on your hands if I hate ya I'll make [Incomprehensible] spit flames like a K nigga Now close your eyes, pray nigga I swear it's your day nigga
, driven to excel Who know nothing is accomplished without hardwork, without sacrifice When you hurt, we hurt Your streets witness our struggle Your bricks are our rage