away. RIGHT NOW a??I know my son, let me carry you.a?? a??I know my son, let me carry you.a?? You're thinking that's the price you pay. You took it
Übersetzung: Letter Kills. Carry You.
got 20 years to pass away. RIGHT NOW ?I know my son, let me carry you.? ?I know my son, let me carry you.? You?re thinking that?s the price you pay. You
its me! [Chorus x2] Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you. let a killer fuck you right! Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you. Never
Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would
to O.D.) let me procede I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s [Method Man] (Streetlife
called you so many times today And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say That you don't ever want to see me again And your brother's gonna kill
up the letters signed From my black knight who thrills me? If love doesn't kill me I'll be lonely as a king with everything Wild as a flower True love carries
up attack you Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican
can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees 'Cause you will always be six feet under me Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see Your cell phone
And I can't forget to mention Carrie But that situation quickly got scary 'Cause after 2 days she's like let's get married Can you believe that shit?
through the force of the imagination, you dig what I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricks You thought you got the channel but you couldn't
killed so many men He died a hard death long ago Before the roads came in And the night before he swung He sang to his mandolin We carried him out
if you got your best, you face the color of dead These Bronx niggas wanna bread if you creep you can get it But keep an eye on your walk, you gots ta
my cell window Hear the loft boy sing Come on, you R's Carried on the wind Every morning I'll be singing Like a caged bird you might say John, Paul,
a stranger But *** it, they can approach to the danger If you can be seen, you can be hit If you can be hit, you can be killed He's on the line, shoot
born With instincts to kill, a grave mentality Over the edge and you say you want to battle me? At your own risk, approach and be hosted And in the end you
