Traduction: J Live. Give It Up.
feat. R.A. The Rugged Man) "Give it up! But - it's - just - no - use!" [Chorus: sample] "Give it up! Oh Lord.... give it all to you I try, but - it'
Keeps telling you Don't give up Sheryl Crow/Beyonce: Who are we to be Questioning Wondering what is what Don't give up Through it all Just stand up Fergie: It
the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's hard roast ya I'll creep
're only young as you feel, haha, ya know? Let's get it in, 25 and younger [Chorus - Mike Shorey & (Pharrell Williams)] I see you smiling shorty, I see it
if you ask where I live they gon' give you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From
got the lean on the "J" now it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass just to avoid
willin' niggas gonna triple up the munnies Triple up the munnies, wisdom is improvin, if no one's there to listen guess I'll put it in the music Triple up
I'm trying to get it like sean get it If lord giveth a mill and a milf like skibbit It's slight blemishes and life system But I'm giving it foundation
to do it all I call em US open Big money I can't fold it It calls me like I owe it I don't car nothin bout it I hit the mall and blow it My money's ever
while I'm livin', giving the rhythm Heed the word, and the bass-drop given! A funk down, super sound, lyrical, visual Illogical wisdom, forever continual You're living
of that, cause I will lose it Got a firearm, and I'm able to use it) Shoot first, and never ask questions later on This life I'm living, one day you here
, Yung Redd keep his tool out (*talking*) Yeah, it's not a game know I'm saying The world is crooked, my niggas is straight [J-Doe] My nigga, it's
lap, wearing a black hat fuck that Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon And nigga, we number one [Hook - 2x] [Dougie D] I'ma give it to you live, I'ma give it
and riddles forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us and fuck jail, we didn't care how much time they give us [Chorus: Trae - repeat 2X] Everyday it
Yung Redd keep his tool out (*talking*) Yeah, it's not a game know I'm saying The world is crooked, my niggas is straight [J-Doe] My nigga, it's
of the Ghetto, ain't a damn thang changed Still sip out the prescription bottle, with hydro on my brain It help a nigga make it through the drama, swear
it twisted I swear I'm fly, I split up jaws When I spit out rounds, and I really don't give a damn When a nigga pull the trick up outta my sleeve I'm
