all a part in God's song When the world won't take you back You know everyone's the same We're all a part in God's song Can't live with this pain forever
pain with slow sustain Like a sad song lives on When the world wont take you back You know everyones the same Were all a part in gods song Cant
Перевод: Холодной. Божьи песни.
, part, Fame-ster Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters (YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P With X to the Z hot, what's happenin? [
down, there's something in me he found That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it'll be them doors, Andre's phantom believe me
you to write a song, cmon (Chorus) Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, I'm as cold as the cold wind blows When it snows and it's twenty be-low Ask me why man I just
to lost love that's no longer there Can you please help me God bless me please, keep my seeds healthy Making all my enemies bleed while my G's wealthy
no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God.. Oh why, does it have to be this way, our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God
of currency When God created hustle, looked at the world and he inserted me... Koopa [Hook: Chamillionaire X4] I'm just livin my life, so cold In the
rap All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel No parents, tale from my horror's no morals Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance So you dyin? It's
* cover version of Mobb Deep's song; send corrections to the typist [Everlast] To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas for real dealers who ain
in song [Chorus] She's an Angel workin' on God's train She's an Angel workin' on me She's an Angel workin' on God's train She's an Angel workin
, thank you very much For comin' out this evening [Verse 1] Thank you, Thank you, Thank you You're far too kind Hold you're applause This is your song
my little song in that ol back room He would bob his head and say, damn, oh, that's you But by the Black album I was blacking out Party at S.O.Bs
BONE-BONE, You ready to do this the hell with the song, We ain't gotta tell you it's on, You know it's poppin' the glock to put a stop to the ho shit,
same old song Oh Christ how I hate what I have become Take me home Get away, run away, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry
The Prophet's Song. (May) Oh Oh people of the earth Listen to the warning The seer he said Beware the storm that gathers here Listen to the wise man.
