escape the pavement and the floor But we're still stuck in these walls So it's deathbeds for us all White lines across our maps Across your, across your White lines
'll escape the pavement and the floor But we're still stuck in these walls So its deathbeds for us all White lines Across our maps Across your across your White lines
Traduction: Mon American Heart. White Lines.
I'll escape the pavement and the floor But we're still stuck in these walls So its deathbeds for us all White lines Across our maps Across your across your White lines
my eses Chinga tu madre de policina {?} puente If they get out of line, I get out of line I'll be damned if I don't fight for my freedom and don't mind
Cruising man I'm Jamaican, or American contest and gonna feel my wrath [Verse 3] Is this the way it's suppose to be the lord to hear my prayers are you
, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind I exercise my right to
around here! He used to cut my grass... He was a very nice boy... He used to cut my grass... He was a very nice boy... He used to cut my grass... He was
a lot of people find it hard to swallow this Because subliminal bigotry makes you hate my politics But you act like America wouldn't destroy two buildings
Price sizin for a show and the flow So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody
They don't got no heart so they don't feel pain But I bleed when I make a track, I ride with my mic and my naked back You took my art form, I'm a take
ya know?) (Verse 1) Ay yo Never in a million years i'll imagine i'll get my thrills By listening to squeals of PJ wheels As we land I duck down,I stick my head up my
o ooooh, o ooooh} [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account, My account can't count up all my money in an hour, 'Cause
my dollas up Poppin collars in the club Turn the bottles up And all the models in the club wanna follow us It's Mr. Chevy man You hear my song playin
at the sky My niggaz, don't be afraid to look up at the sky Let me tell you story of my situation Let me tell you story of my situation Let me tell you story of my
to empty full clips Accidental death? Bullshit! They murdered all my eses Chinga tu madre de policina {?} puente If they get out of line, I get out of line
my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands All my bitches stylin
