pity on me You're so still, are you so lame? I can't watch and wait just to take the blame For your judgement Can there really be someone up above me Who judges
Übersetzung: The Sound. Urteil.
our lives shouldn't be determined by our nationality i hope you understand these people already lost their lives and i hope they're never judging us the way we're judgeing
Now look nigga, and bad hoez, straighten they mouth Don't give a motherfuck nigga, That's How I Get Down I ride dubs, tv's...wit' sound I be shinnin
Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar I'm on first class flights with flying cooks Cuz my verse sound
On Me} But you know what? [2Pac] I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us Say they
can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me Only God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only
The Mirror. We Cant Escape Fate [Fading Out] [Chorus: Eminem] And When I'm Gone, Just Carry On, Don't Mourn Rejoice Every Time You Hear The Sound Of
and brown for my niggas Get in front of a judge and twist browns for my niggas The raw slow I get bricks and pounds for my niggas You the sound of a nigga
judge me even though I get payed every time I give a sentence If you taste the power get down Bringing you the finest in town I provide that feel good sound
edged knife Nothing's free, nothing's free Oh, you pay me Free to ignore the bore of authority Free to spit in the face Be the winningest rat in the race till Judgement
What horror must invade the mind when the approaching judge shall find sinful deeds from all mankind With death and nature in surprise behold the wretched sinners rise to meet the judge
must invade the mind When the approaching judge shall find What sinful deeds from all mankind With death and nature in surprise Behold the wretched sinners rise To meet the judge
's a mile gone For every minute passed When I'm stuck in this town I've got a bone to pick with you, Mr. DJ The traffic and the sound Is just as bad
Chorus 2: So I beat the kette drum And mek it sound in a Jerusalem And echo round a Jordon-dan-dan Beat di kette drum an mek it sound in a Bethlehem
they see that wrong cruising through Cause they respect it when they clocking major figures Throwing turkey with the stuffing off a 18 wheelers Watching for the laws with the judges
Do not stand in the shadows And now the judge is down feeling all around yeah Lifting to a blast this sound No preachers, teachers Pick our minds To the sounds
: Let the rain fall down, let it fall to the ground, Let the rain fall down to the ground. And the birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound, When