hear the wind I think a slug went in I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick,
the wind I think a slug went in I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin
Traducere: În. Ţara mea "tis de tine.
Traducere: În. Ţara mea (feat. Thug Millenium).
Traducere: În. Ţara mea.
's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you
my claim to fame From doin' fix to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock niggaz on my block Jealous ass suckers got it duckin' for my
-ever witchu Mafioso, the New York City 90's era Sosa AZ, you know my culture Now my wolves is out to ghost ya [Nas] Scent of a rose on the graveyard
chicks and move on up to the next bitch big like texas don't mess wit tha freshest yeah i spin electric my set is the bestest in the PA, country, continent
They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader My father ain't seen me, turn off my TV '
, I come from the ghetto Eight blocks from flushin metal where my family settle Got Chinese, Korean, Asian Used to link up with Nas, from Corntop Choice
blood and death You know, that's what I was raised up on, that's what this country's about This is what my country is, and my country's a muthafucka
His accent sounds like the rarest culture Askin me, my astroby stabbin me gradually Says its astrobute What's atonic, mesonic, ironic I felt reminded of my
, sauve fellow but raunchy The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country But only to shed tears for years Too wild for my own self, hopin help
