enough to go and do some damage Releasing that important crowing noise It's gonna hurt me It's gonna hurt me As much as it hurts you Low on meat and
Пераклад: Шанцы. Hurt Me.
, trapped inside a cage Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge Somebody stop me, somebody come and get me Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin' with me
And don't you worry 'bout a damn thang And don't you worry 'bout, a damn thang Wid all odds, against us When the guard got me running for the fences
lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin' [Chorus - Pharrell] It's me
said he had to let the streets raise me I ain't mad look how the streets raise me All the game that the streets gave me It's up to me we gon eat baby
to the crowd Now, I rule the world and I feel so very proud Excuse me please, for stoppin' this show I just had to thank you all, huh, and me so My first
dro(puffin on dat dro) kush weed gets me higher(kush weed gets me higher) and da diesel get me blowed(and da diesel get me blowed)x2 smell good,let me
know why ELLEN Last night I watched you sleeping Once more the nightmare came I heard you cry out something A word that sounded like...a name And it hurts me
for me Ask for my sins, no one to feel His wrath for me I go thru it, so you wouldn't do it after me As for me, I'm still circlin' tha block before
's the only way a nigga is heard Now I'm young and I'm black that puts odds against me I often carry the nine 'cause I got to defend me Gun shot to yo
me) My niggas complainin' i'm doin' my thang And i'm on a bus i'm still movin' With all of these odds against me And the evil tempt me I'ma tell you
by me Maybe I could undo all the hurt you've been through Try me, try me, try me You've got no right to deny me a fight till you try me Could be all
be filled with your love Guess that I will punt after your little stunt drove me away Odds are getting thin I lose and you win that's what you want me
heart pumpin but ya brain gone Leave somethin sweet I'll snatch the heat and get the flame goin' I stuff two different calibur shells in my revolver .38 and .32 long ones, you gotta problem Start me
love again But will you trust that I can help you and I'll never turn away? Will you trust Me, child, no matter, come what may? What if it hurts? (I
nothing wrong I just gotta go my way its time for me to go so you know that I hurt you and I know I hurt gotta let it go cause I need odds to reveal
out, talk is cheap, shut up, pay me now Hands on the dice work, stopping your bank Shorty you're light work, Comic View rap making my side hurt Talent
