mere soul Made to be broken You will never foresee Made to be broken You're never gonna be Made to be broken Like the broken glass of your soul Made to be broken
mere soul Made to be broken - you will never foresee Made to be broken - you're never gonna be Made to be broken - like he broken glass of your soul Made to be broken
Traduction: Destruction. Faits pour être battus.
, you just gone burn and bleed But if you a soldier, who gone fuck around with you if you mobbing with Jehovah Either making weight your coupe could be
s telling me to watch my back, I'm being hunted Then it was gone, I turned around it had to be on But then I had found, it was gonna be hard For me to
in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up [Swifty McVay] I'ma disrupted nigga, you made
yeah man) Cuss I'm a player like I'm suppose to be Hoe's on a nigger like it's suppose to be (yeah) You a sucker so you hate like hoe's to me And next
be on Pacific or Atlantic we, stay strong Foreign or domestically, we conquer all obstacles professionally and rock on And that's exactly how we made it rock (made
dealer y'all president send me smack then got a mac 10 with it so i aint got to rap but im thank full dont mistake me for black cuz you'll be stankin
Or making money with made men, up in the cife His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met
[Verse 1] Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done I leave ya full of clipse like the moon
making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them
killing And if there ever is gonna be healing There has to be remembering And then grieving So that there then can be forgiving There has to be knowledge
hear my dogs barkin Snarlin' got that blood boilin' Midwest side carved in hangin' out the chevy now we blastin' and laughin' Made to hit me smashin' on them bastards Don't be
The range, be changed when I entered a stage of furious rage when I had this madness badness, you felt sadness Raps are brave and outrageous; all those chicken rhymes you written should be
beautiful yours, a beautiful mine Something outa nothing Oh, what a far cry More than a hard tribe Pointed out the start guide Made love, made hate
