Great Divide I believe there's a storm a' brewin', a nine crows at nine o'clock nigh Dutch man at the mizzenmast six harpies are singin' to the Lee I
aside until I can see some more I'd like to leave you where I found you lying on the floor I, I I guess its too bad, I guess its too bad I guess its too
-b-e-g-i-n-n-i-n-g-t-h-e-r-e-i-s nothingness! But after I, I heard it all I knew she was a false prophet as was fore-told. she's not the angel that I
living somehow Do I hear a million? Well, I bring 'em on, up and then I pack 'em on in And then I bring up on, up and then I bring 'em on in Well,
Great Divide. I believe there's a storm a' brewin', Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh. Dutch man at the mizzenmast, Six harpies are singin' to the lee, I
I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me. One little nibble in thirteen years, I really pack 'em in. This one I had, I seen it in
Перевод: Муфта. У меня есть Тело Джона Уилкса Бута.
Перевод: Муфта. Я.
until I can see some more I'd like to leave you where I found you lying on the floor I, I I guess its too bad, I guess its too bad I guess its too bad
. I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me. One little nibble in thirteen years, I really pack 'em in. This one I had, I seen it
get aways I get out the cuffs Coast like a sailor you fuckin fucks I done hand it hard to keep in touch Don't pop the Crys I pop the clutch Pop one to
! [Xzibit] Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin buzz Raise the stakes high, I solidify the grip that I
that we cheered, Whenever our team, Was scoring a touchdown! The time that the floor, Fell out of my car, When I put the clutch down! The penny
] I do whatever it takes When im with you I get the shakes My body aikes when I aint With you I have zero strength Theres no limit on how far I would
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin C-section Plus I'm the last real nigga alive Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high Realize, how many classics I gave
it then, I got nothing but time, I’ll wait, until its dries for the moment i guess your all safe, after I sand it and buff it I guess that I’ll paint
Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I