pity on me You're so still, are you so lame? I can't watch and wait just to take the blame For your judgement Can there really be someone up above me Who judges
Traduction: The Sound. Jugement.
our lives shouldn't be determined by our nationality i hope you understand these people already lost their lives and i hope they're never judging us the way we're judgeing
, I'll let you guys be the judge (You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it) B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog (Which could be
move but we served the small time I always outshined the niggas with small minds Who would of thought we would be arguably the greatest of all time Around here we developed such a sound
either broke or the prison chains I can't do it I can't see it, look Damnit, I can't blow it I got a judge tellin me my lifes key They will throw it
1: T-Pain] Woooww... heeeyyy Dun dun dun Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun-dun-dun-dun One dude... one lady One sane... one crazy Sound like a show to
long green yo all niggers 17 got no thangs to see headed down the road but ? parking mad ?you know we miss you, what's to live for, why you judging me
is What is love, I dunno [Verse 1:] What you mean when you say you're in love And you can't hang around with the boys, I don't judge But it seems that
Eyez On Me} But you know what? [2Pac] I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us Say
God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me Only God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only
In The Mirror. We Cant Escape Fate [Fading Out] [Chorus: Eminem] And When I'm Gone, Just Carry On, Don't Mourn Rejoice Every Time You Hear The Sound
no one around No one to hear a sound It's just us out here Out on the ocean Speaking free Away from the city Away from the ears that Bug us and judge
white and brown for my niggas Get in front of a judge and twist browns for my niggas The raw slow I get bricks and pounds for my niggas You the sound
Mr. Jones in the middle of the door Stepping in to step out He's in town, he doesn't make a sound What's this, what is this about Oh, I figured it out
there's a mile gone For every minute passed When I'm stuck in this town I've got a bone to pick with you, Mr. DJ The traffic and the sound Is just as
attention baby) As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain, deadly disease But it wasn't a sin, a sorry life in judging
all that weak shit just make mine sound harder. And I'm a live this life till I'm gone. Only people that could give you life is a judge and God. But the
