Conform - It's only need Distort - Not what it seems Resort - To the deed Report - To the machine Modern day vendor that sells you hell A line is formed
Перевод: DRI. Есть ли мечта.
: Conform - It's only need Distort - Not what it seems Resort - To the deed Report - To the machine Modern day vendor that sells you hell A line is
you. If i had dream tonight i'd dream that i'd be with you If i had a wish tonight i'd wish that you'd love me too I'll tell you a secret... I'll tell
two mics Cuz the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right There's nothing that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm just too hyped
just trying to get this [Verse 3: Papoose] I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac, So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard
we won't stop And I won't stop until we reach the rop I'd rather be ready for the future Do it for yourself 'cause no one else will suit ya I juxtapose
Intro: Every January 16th, it's "The Dreamer, The Dreamer." And all of you say, "I have a dream; The Dreamer." And what did he dream?It stuck him
homie Oh you ain’t think I knew that s-h-i-t? Sydney portea what dey do? Haha, my president is black I’m important too though, my Lambo’s blue I was, I
[N.E.R.D.] Ay yo while I dream about Fortune 500 man Hundred grand bracelets The diamonds in my ear only cost as much as a facelift When the listeners
l'amour Prenons l'amour Comme on prendrait le droit de vivre Et si c'est un r Faisons d'un r La r De flamme ou de pluie De corps ou d'esprit Et sans
, trackbeat, track rise, break dance, Streetball, skate, пульт, mic, crack, spice Blender, mixer, Western, Chester, Power, пуэр, good feel, bad car, O.D.B. R.I
, if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't
I'm a nigga in America and that much I flaunt 'Cause when I see what I like yo I take what I want I'm not the only one that's why I'm not bitter 'Cause
all of this, respect my conglomerate I went from pauper to the president 'Cause every deal I made set president Niggas thought I'd fall without old buddy Oh buddy, what I do
again I'm at your throat like strep I step, strapped with a pen Metaphors wrote on my hand Someone distorted my mint Read some I wrote on a napkin I do what I
do right now Doodi for you is to rap So I'mma fuck 'til I die, yeah, I'mma do it to death And instead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate your
like the Bible To the red-bottomed souls All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl Last drag and I got the glow My public awaits I got to go (
