Пераклад: Біты і стылі. Жорсткая.
Пераклад: Біты і стылі. Witer чым белае.
Пераклад: Біты і стылі. Run To Яе.
take it back, one day Take it back, one day. You can take it back, one day Take it back, one day. Finally I’m free, the fear of being me Is long gone and
forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever young Some are like water some are like the heat Some are the melody and some are the beat
you've been having this thing with Kim. And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper - and I'm thinking,
know I'm lovin' your, lovin' your style Check, check, check, check, check-checkin' you out, like Oh, she got it all Sexy from her head to toe And I want it all and all and
eatin on polyseeds Now & Laters, jellybeans, and wallabees Real niggaz from the south I hardly ever seen Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb And when we dip, we hop and
and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
's back, young and too wild Had to switch it up, man, niggaz tryna steal the style [Verse 3 - Young Jeezy] Anyway anyhow the stering wheel's black and
the monster shoe Young Money is the Rasta and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with a funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice
t nobody else believe it Then tell em to beat it And watch you achieve it Sing it if you want I want the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes
hypnotic Clinch face, bite dem lips I love di movement of yuh body when yuh shake dem hips Yuh got mi, huggin' and rubbin' and touchin' and squeezin
every time it's played I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede And the gold around my neck will never fade Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme Kickin' def tempos that I design And
and de music and right on de ? EASE UP and come again my selector All over de world is only for pain an' sufferin That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come
' sounds out ya jeep On every city street, nigga, straight gangsta beat It's the G-style Gangsta style Many like to dress the style and act hardcore Many motherfuckers are and
I use my pad and pen and my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun and the good times But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme
Try to say I'm wack, out on the streets While your whole crew is jockin' my beats See me on T.V. and in the papers See me at a jam, and catch vapors
