forgiveness Repentance over and over to a safe secure place Your heavenly disgrace now Wink your eye to your altar boy?s thighs Is that your choice of toys Hey father, hail
Traduction: Winans, Mario. Grêle de balles.
s forgiveness Repentance over and over to a safe secure place Your heavenly disgrace now Wink your eye to your altar boy?s thighs Is that your choice of toys Hey father, hail
(feat. Spice 1, The Outlawz) [Spice 1] boss... [coughing] [Chorus] [Spice 1] Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my niggaz go to war for me? Straight
: (feat. Spice 1, The Outlawz) [Spice 1] boss... [coughing] [Chorus] [Spice 1] Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my niggaz go to war for me?
if you want it cooked up Ride with me, as I'm switchin lane to lane In my play clothes as I'm grippin grain In a hail of bullets how I write my name Whether
traveling on this wayward road Long time 'til I be take a 'eavy load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything
been traveling on this wavy road Long time til I be take off this load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everyting
gun's a familiar song echoes All hail Now a caravan of cows warns us all of deadly showers Then a rattle, comes a rain with each bullet screams your
poppin' n*gga Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no stoppin' n*gga Hit him in the head and the body wit a bullet, when I put him in the cemetery
it poppin' n*gga Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no stoppin' n*gga Hit him in the head and the body wit a bullet, when I put him in the cemetery
And make 'em show up then thangs Take 'em in the room go in his pockets And then blow up his brain No matter the weather Rain, snow, sleet, or hail I
into your icy blues And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition too I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets
Jangling Jack Goes Yackety Yack Visits the home of the brave Hails a fat yellow cab Jack wanna celebrate Jack wanna big drink Driver drops him at a bar
a charm This vessel's lowly stowaway is armed Let the credits rave and let the critics roll As the groom runs down the aisle In a hail of bullets I just
I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast ya You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail
