too For you I'll do it right Hey brother, we got nothing to lose, it's true For you I'll defy Hey brother, so tonight this one's for you For you I'll
Traduction: Blood For Blood. Love Song.
me too! For you I'll do it right! Hey brother! We got nothing to lose, it's true! For you I'll defy! Hey brother! So tonight this one's for you! For you
Want to take you to the edge - but you're freaking Want to take you and jump of the ledge Want to show you how it could be - but you're freaking Set
depths of my eyes That my love's run dry No... We leave to their goodbyes I've come to depend on the look in their eyes My blood's sweet for pain The
re living in a colorful world all shades of love each carrying a ray of hope sent down from above rap: yo Marice: break it down for me allright The
than not, am not for whom the air waves Thank God for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind, In this state of mind that I'm in, for you keep me
Kid and Roscoe speak Long hair she don't care When she walks she gets this Brown skin or a yellow bone DJ this my favorite song So Imma make it thunderstorm Blood
oatmeal cookies and they going for the nifty Good collar greens got them bells in the cupboard That white girl got me rich I think I love her She don't love
say get money, And I'm gonna do that until the Reaper come for me, Call me Ya Boy cause erbody love me, Just in case you forgot bring the hook back for
murder for money half right now, the other half after I get that bitch I ain't gotta tell niggaz I'm Cripping, they know I'm Hoover But I got Blood homies
my heart Even though it's torn apart, it's pumping out nothing but love for you And to my niggaz keep your disses, I got slugs for you I shed blood for
Mike D Bleeds the block cause I am the streets [Chorus x2: Z-Ro] Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes
Ro] I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real fast Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash Dropping album after album, platinum song after song
wrong, in this song got me speaking the truth Hit the block with the glock, I'll show you my proof They should of never mixed my blood, with the Ro and
heart Even thought its torn apart, its bumping out nothing but love for you And to my niggas keep your business, I got slugs for you I shed blood for
tell my people I love em Wish I could jump up out my casket, and hug em Just in case I don't make it, I hope they keep on jamming my songs A military
