Traduction: De Vision. Hear Me Calling.
: I believe in your heart Can you believe in me Would you try me out one day When our souls are free I can taste your sweetness I am out of control Leave
the freakin victum free my partner isum tunnel freakin vision I swear to god on jesus christ I dnt freakin hear em [Chorus] [Verse 2:] These niggas say they killd me
fuckin victum Free my partner isum tunnel fuckin vision I swear to god on jesus christ I dnt fuckin hear em [Chorus] [Verse 2] These niggas say they kilt me
to be humble, we balling Catch me father please, cause I'm falling, in the liquor store That's the Hennessee I hear ya calling, can I get some more? Hail
no man can hurt me So I'm askin -- before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery I rose up from the
t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucassian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me
be the last motherfucker breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? [Chorus] Stress, but busta free Enemies give me
be we will take it as a sign So just give me a call so just give me a call so just give me a call so just give me a call
' you a voice, sending you a vision and those who fought me they say taught me everything I know, I go off (S.A.: so sick of me, ???) when I hear that
from Pacific Bell called all your relatives and your friends in Hell now let me tell you something you f--king piece of s--- you'll never have no money, now tell me
Can you see the stars tonight? Do you hear them calling? They?re breathing love into my life Like a brand new morning This is how it?s meant to be
You close to me I wanna hear You call my name Make it like it used to be Lord I?m asking You today CHORUS To take me to the place The place where I
a merry go round Visions of some...splash I touch on myself when ain't no shorties to touch me After this joint half the hood gon' want to fuck me [R
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro
a broken arm. It was close, so close that the walls were wet And she wrote it out in letraset, no, you can't call me her name! Tell me wehere's your
a hold of my heart Someone's got a hold of my heart Someone's got a hold of my heart You- Yeah, you got a hold of my heart Just got back from a city
me Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home The moments died, I hear no screaming The visions left inside me are slowly fading Would she hear me, if I called