just the one I've heard of the kingdom Try to kill me Try to find me I don't listen any more I've got no problems No problems I don't listen any more
Fordítás: Kill The Young. Nincs problémák.
Eagle on me you'll think I'm an Eagles fan Tony Braxton sniper rifle make you never breathe again Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill
me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya And when I leave, I always come right back here The young spitter
in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and
joy is our pain 'Cause it tears you apart These affairs of the heart I think I'm strong but I'm not And when I look in your eyes You know it kills me
jeans That's nothing Got the mother fucker on six That's nothing .. mother fuckers don't like it do something The only way to live CTE or nothing Young
live it to me there's nothing realer Just enough'll solve your problems Too much'll kill ya And when I leave I always come right back here The young
ain't new to this, fool, new to this Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist Boom, bam, I drop fat slang When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game When I was young
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
Met this fine young thing at the local Circle K She made a date for a half past eight and I said, "What the hey?" So I journeyed to her crib and I let
nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
like the only child/ Funny, he ain't never seen my smile but I'm grown now, Momma called me "bathroom baby" Get outta the young folk business, it would
will flow with the hands of the black man In the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in" Mister Mister Officer, Mister Officer, Mister Sergeant Just because I'm young
...it's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'? A new day, brings a new problem to a brother And all I gots ta say is thank God for my mother Cause without
figured we fold Figure fours on the competition, I yoke 'em Tell me your jokin', my flow is like the levees open Foreign trips four to five zips heavy smokin' Problem
rock Polo Girls goin up to the top of our truck Straight dancing like it's Go Go Uh oh, we killing kid, we killing this And If you want to be better then try killing
