Пераклад: Вяроўкі. Cry To The Beat.
woke up And everything was gone I turn the music on And I cry to the beat As I try not to remember all those damn good memories I cry to the beat And
You can all go fuck yourselves You can all go burn in hell But if there's anything you need at all I would help you out I'll be the one who cheers When
I was born high Thought I was out of reach I was barely nine When I felt the leash I saw all you people There under me They said, "We'll be back When
I'm not looking for answers, just something to relieve the intensity of change There's no space under the bed, it won't fit in a closet. Theres no
up And everything was gone I turn the music on And I cry to the beat As I try not to remember all those damn good memories I cry to the beat And
s another day It's the same fight Different round, sound the bell Mix it up as if you're where you live it up the beat And get risen up you're knocked
time (Everything's gonna be alright) Somebody sees your pain You will never hurt again I see you momma, yeah I see you momma You can cry yours eyes (Cry
Howdy do mother fuckaz its Weezy Baby, Niggaz bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the
rocked and that's just where the shit stops What's the meaning of this? I must be dreaming Everybody's [unverified] when I see men dealing For a rhyme or rope
Verse 3] And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you And you ain't never had a nigga that'
show How do you feel about it, Kid Capri? Hang 'em high, let him suffer before he die 'Cause in my mind I see that little girl cry She was abused, misused
little snare is dope Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope To hang the piano keys when they hittin' every note I'm what no beat's
And we sip the liquor homie split the swisher Tryna buy stock options and switch the picture But I'im all out of focus mayne its hard to cope Gimme a rope
ride for miles, so daddy can you keep up Gaurenteed to knock that ass out like you been beat up Heat up, hotter than july, cause big girls don't cry
I dont wanna cry no more so its on. u caught up in the mode of the new Jim Jones problems in the world make mary jane a hit young mothafuckas gettin raised
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is
