Well I'm busted, yes I'm busted but my heart won't let me die. If you feel alright darlin' Wont you come around (x2) 'round (x4) If you love me like
Well, I'm busted Yes, I'm busted But my heart Won't let me die If you feel alright, darlin' Won't you come around? Won't you come around? 'Round, 'round
Traduction: The Black Keys. Busted.
lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own
lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to
"Sometimes the urge to do bad, is nearly overpowering." 7L on the keys ["When I start flowing the mic might bust..."] [Esoteric] Yo it's murder in the
a atheist Intercepting missles with my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life when the Black
rob Convertable Saabs. I'm married to the mob Biggie [Biggie Smalls:] Frank White the desperado Used to rock the all black Movado The all black
NIGGA!) [Birdman] The first shot The first nigga got shot We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah) A hundred g's Nigga score some keys
!) [Birdman] The first shot The first nigga got shot We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah) A hundred g's Nigga score some keys Then
it was almost the same thang 'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest What you are about to hear will portray The image of a young black male living
You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us) Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust I'ma have to talk to Eazy
more before we blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors {Busta Rhymes} MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys
to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees Chorus I caught that ill vibe Tip {word Bust?} yo yo word That ill vibe Tip {word Bust
[foot steps] [keys clink] [door opening, door creak] [Pre-Intro:] Oo-ooh! Oo-oo-oo- oo-ooh! (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeah!) Ooooh! Oo-oo-oo- oo-ooh! (yeah
a atheist Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life when the Black
Keys And Violence Trick Heas Da Mayor, Luke Heas Da King, Im Mr. 305 Put Dat On A Triple Beam I Bet It Weigh Out More Den A Boat Load Of Keys Holla
