walk, take a walk on Angel Street Take a walk, take a walk on Angel Street Take a walk, take a walk on Angel Street Only the strong survive, way, way down Angel Street
Traducere: M People. Angel Street.
two shots and one I'm at your face like man cum You niggas softer then Rosanne's son Y-y-you cannot reach me on my Samsung I'm busy fucking the world
'm from Canada o-o-o Canada (I'm from the east coast of Canada) o-o-o Canada (I'm from the east east east coast) yo yo! see I'm from Canada so sometimes
and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme But my lyrics are deeper Because I'm
'm stuck in my bed And I?m out of my head With the streets running red with the blues So the Violins play And my friends always say I?m a fool I?m A Fool
Remember us talking, of course it was game But it's all gonna change Now she got me cutting off links like I'm trying to shorten my chain People always talk about (Look, people
niggas like gymnastics (HEY!) Watch the way and I'm givin the streets acid Bastards niggas know I'm the king of the classics Drastic measures, I'm spreadin
I've had enough of danger and people on the streets I'm looking out for angels, just trying to find some peace I think it's time that you let me know
?m wondering Why the fallen Babylon is up and alive today And do I really believe in the mark of the beast? 'Cause he's still dwelling up in my streets
medal we see blue light They wanted to get rip fuckin' wit my sawed off Polish it all down till it replenish Soon as I'm finished my pistol get jealous
your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride Packed it up in the trunk AK-47, M-11 and a pump Rolled by [Incomprehensible] on Scott Street School
streets And some might see it hard to believe but God is in me Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the wickedness I know I'm protected 'cause I'm
Baby, you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad No one can always be an angel When everythin' goes wrong you see some bad I'm just a soul
't wait to get it on I'm just a smoky boy from the land of the lost You can't see me like Charlie's Angels boss I'm often coolin round da blidock I rocks
There is a man holding a megaphone He must have been the voice of God The bystanders claimed they saw Angels Flying up and down the block They must have
to call her Mother Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the whole goddamn place down I'm over past
m packin [Kanye West] It's on I'm packin weight like Nina Simone piano flow It's like a Michelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to
