that angels sigh. Don't you know, As blue morning passes over stranger's eyes. I'm always calling out your name, You'll never change. Feel The Same
Übersetzung: Battle. Feel The Same.
true that angels sigh. Don't you know, As blue morning passes over stranger's eyes. I'm always calling out your name, You'll never change. Feel The Same
compris 01 Etranjj 2 J, c'est elle Un tel, c'est elle Pis elle le sait J'compte pas de menteries J'reste moi Come, come, follow me Feel mon vibe, feel
I've got this piece of change I feel strange I got so use to the hood That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good I was just a baby still
that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah, feel
: Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
and the pound Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats Matter of fact, we can battle for
when he's gone (oh babe), when he?s gone. My understanding that you remember for whom the bell tolls, oh babe. I swear to you I pray that you feel the battle
: A mother lost her child, I tried to ease her pain It's only God's will, she said she felt the same. It's funny how the sun will up and battle rain
ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above, And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love, And it makes me feel
next to nothin'! Doin' the same thing 'cause less creating. Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles
all night She said they only wanna cut, bustas never business Sometimes she wishes but uhh, maybe then they'll listen Dirty game, I feel the same And
love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog [Krayzie:] I've been tryin ta gather my niggaz from battle
You know that we still the shit...hey, hey Light it up (light it up) I feel good (I feel good), nigga from my vibe I feel good all over Been through rough
forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) (Listen to my battle cry Come on,come on in my battlezone (aaah my battle cry) Get up,get up,get
the bandwagon Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em! Don't need a hand. Rappin' insane with the same average
"fuck ya! " Learned to play my part for the love of this art Spittin with the same passion I did at the start I feel a warm breeze [Chorus: Classified
