Jaw breaker Un fallo , un segundo , un solo momento, es crucial de muerte(2) Defendiendo,reclamando inclusive matando la actitud del sobreviviente
Baby i can see in your eyes in front of all as happened your thoughts on to my heart recently shattered but i need a green day and i need you
Cabalgando hacia el infierno sombrero Negro y colmillos de oro retumbando muertos al caminar pasando por calles inhospitas sonidos de muerte y decepcion
heard me Man I miss you with a passion dog But I know where you at You know what I'm sayin, that you holding down And I know you got a place for me And I
kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez
on the D.L. I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L. Now I ain't no rapper Playa, I'm a game spitter Ten Gs a show That's the only way you 'gon
melgrana cu a cua ch'ou l'ha d'a sea a man lingea d'ou bambaxia Duv'a l'e duv'a l'e / duv'a l'e duv'a l'e La terro a dondolarsi sotto una pergola
le Pall Mall Bevo Campari Sambuca Molinari quando ho fatto il marinaio il quarto giorno Ero gia a casa invalido, spengo i fanali cosi vi stendo a terra
bei dies'm Larm! Sag blo?! Arsch hoch, Arm hoch, Glas hoch, A, B! C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z! Ich flow' sogar
t livin life right But fast money make God call I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils Yeah a nigga rich but I'm livin like a rebel Ridin with
Francofolies Next step j'pete Maintenant, me v'la Mc Pis la, l'Mc puff son first weed bien high Un p'tit peu apres l'temps d'Misery 96 comme ca, I spit
connais mon style de A a Z J'suis un hot V.I.P. Tu peux m'appeler meme hot brown cherie Refrain I got (a lot of skills dans mes baggys boy) I got (beaucoup
sound! [Verse 3: JT Money] In this type of M-U-S-I-C I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see I seen professionals, but I'm the better master Who
for some Jordan's, cause they dope I got a girl and I love her but she broke too And so am I, I can't take her to the place she wanna go to So we argue
floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil', I'mma pop it I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell You can
50 Cent) This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg" I aint
a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P [Snoop Dogg] yea bitch i got my now & later
my S-T-L go get me room in the T-E-L lock it down like a C-E-L so I can waive your B-E-L huh, go and turn it down you know what them 69 Boyz about we