it It's called the truth I think I heard somebody say This way Let the truth be told Let the truth be told told Let the truth be told Let the truth be
The truth be told Let The truth be told (told) Let The truth be told Let The truth be told (told) Let the truth be told! Yo, do yall remember the truth
译文: 真理Hurts. 按播放英尺。德瑞博士.
p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God Big Pun will be here, forever We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly
hung beneath a picture of mars swimming through the garbage, pushed into a locker and the blood really started to flow on my shirt and it hurts and its
never give in To the hurt of your lies 'Cause there is no hope for all your jokes And your plaguing insecurity Now I'll play your enemy The only word
land together May twist & turn but somewhere deep there is a heart. Playing with fire You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight And you're out on the wire You know we're playing
the reality of truth You've got to let it out, boy Got to let it go Got to give it up, got to give it if you really want to know The truth about life,
give myself away I have never hurt anything Is the justice wavering? Does she know I sing That song? Sing along (I will never hurt anything) Sing along (I will never hurt
hatred and the hypocrisy, the punishment of truth, the sickness and the cynicism, that strips away your youth. If you could find a crack in this faceless wall and push
at an A&R from the majors then I aim for the eye, and you never seen me cry These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers Nigga just push double Y And
to the preacher's church I ain't with the bullshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt You wanna judge me, when I don't judge you I tell the ho true be nothin' but the truth
burn like verenial, off top, take care of you Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta is savy You little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt
God works in a mysterious way So I pray, remembering the days of my youth As I prepare to meet my moment of truth "You shall know the truth and the truth
nice on the muthafuckin' M I C Battle me, battle right here and let's see So we kicked a verse that didn't hurt So I hit 'em worst to let him know I don't play
The penniless weed plays wrath felt in the captain's corner With anvil spread wide, the captain glides Each blow to scare her, not to hurt her She spits
't hurt me at all I've been trying to play it cool but I've fallen and I'm all in Now I've got to confide and tell the truth 'cause Your arms are my
