It all breaks down. I'm not giving up tonight. Let's call this giving in. I'm going down and I'm so sick of fighting. So tired from another dreamless
Μετάφραση: Killing The Dream. Παίξτε το Tune ή κύβος.
It all breaks down. I?m not giving up tonight. Let?s call this giving in. I?m going down and I?m so sick of fighting. So tired from another dreamless
' shit and you niggas just runner-up's I don't feel I've done enough so I'mma keep on doin' this shit La Tucci or Young Tunafish Yeah, I'm goin' back
running shit and you niggas just runner ups I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish Six foot, seven
of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon A play of millions roared along The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great Civil wars where F-Brothers fought and killed
Sack of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon A play of millions roared along The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great Civil wars where brothers fought and killed
chris rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields nigga These niggas will kill
who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities
wigs, and put the rubbers on my cock You see me out there, with big balls like Rosie Grier Players cream, I pull panties out your wet dreams Get deep
Check it out What is a panther? A animal that kills I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills You could never in your wildest dreams Get a piece
the youth house playing all the crime scenes Early hangin? with fiends smoking all types of things He used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreams
a player with tone - and that third trombone has to go! The man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune!" FIRMIN: "Dear Firmin
or youll be bustin 44's in a lost dream sella tommy tucker up high like a Rahim lyrics still on the grill you feel you still you kill you nearly get
a track You forced to rap, remember that? it's that You know where I'm at, there go the gat Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack Steamin
way lies Glow of the liquor store lights, set the scene for no rights Let's convene, discuss the scheme and hope it flows how we dream Tonight can make or
running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups I don?t feel I done enough, so I?ma keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish [Hook] Six-foot
