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Fordítás: Az egyház. Túl gyors For You.
-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you
play the hand that you was dealt You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self
man?s word And it?s a fashion show, so the men flirt The world is endin? so they try to make us switch fast And they openin? up these churches for some
a man's word And it's a fashion show, so the men flirt The world is endin' so they try to make us switch fast And they openin' up these churches for
two, three, c'mon) Dreams shattered like broken glass Press ignore it and your hopes get broken fast You complain for the life you supposed to have But when you
you so damn lame Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle? How you gon' pimp if you got no game? How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle?
like this an ambulance Put a nigga in a coma with some bomb ass head You mad at me 'cause I get it for free you can't, top dolla 'Cause you wanna get made, you
Now you're hardcore like CB4 Biting, what you wanna be me for? It's your life, you wish it was a Too Short rap But you gots no game, and your bass ain
Jezzy Where you from? Hot stuff I really hope your not grim I really hope your not a jezebel You might find her at a house rave For the fifth time She
Think you the greater one Gotta put you on the fader son Cut your ass up see you later mass Gotta drop till your praying nigga You ain't a player hust
I'm gonna get mine I'm thinkin' bou-owowow-out so many ways Of how to conquer, these raihahahahny days {You sang beautifully just now I sang for him
right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops
back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias
curse you Do good to them that hate you And pray for them which despitefully Use you and persecute you" This goes for them terrorists too But them publicans
four, Destiny opens her eyes For the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin' Planned to be a strong black family But we both were too young, too strung, too
