and the act is done A love like blood, a love like blood Till the fearless come and the act is done A love like blood, a love like blood Everyday through
Fordítás: Killing Joke. Love Like Blood.
Fordítás: Killing Joke. Love Like Blood (Deedrah.
never give a dog blood Because raw blood I have a dog like one bitin whatever All up in ya gut Give it to them raw like that And ain't no love I do em
hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life's no joke, I
the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin' down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them
sweat You say I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet 'Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone goes off like a handgun It's goin' down now grab
mother fucker I ain't got no time Young money like the lackers in their prime ( prime prime prime) Make money off a motherfucking rhyme ( rhyme rhyme rhyme) T-Raw in the bitch like
law We tasted blood and we want more For we are murder, we like it burnt No quarter, we draw the line And you're so gracious, lost in time Too busy killing
nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine They try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain't no love 'Cause in the game you get fucked every time You get
that everybody loves And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness Then in reality you took care of your business But regardless I know you wanna kill me But I ain't goin' out like
What uuup!? This past year was a rough ride, joking aside A lot of niggas left to do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would
blood, Pimpin in my swag, Pimpin in my cup, Walking like I pimp when Im walkin through the club, Pause like a pimp so the hoes show me love, Pimp by
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker
What they gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn
And I'm so thankful I made it through Word up mommy, I love you Word up It was all you, word, you brought me in like this I sit and think about all
