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Перевод: Dead To Fall. Little Birds.
Down at the best spot Its me and jd and they sellin more birds than a pet shop The spot’s hot and everybody nervous That’s when the blue car served us
fuckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers We leave niggas dead
million can't hurt me Fucking insane, the fuck am I saying? Not only am I fly, I'm fucking not playing All these little bitches too big for they britches Burning their little
I know before I leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know [Birdman] Yeah, red ribbon duckin fast til we pass out Bird days stop the shine
of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray Although we pray and we pray and we pray We do but still wanna make the loot No more united, divided we fall
safety nets encouraging my fall Won't catch me there, but you can catch me on air when my new shit premier At whatever media outlet decide to play it fair Fuck playin' dead
comin through and that Moe steady slidin In a three we, comin down bumper fall steady ballin haters steady callin my name Im in this game with the birds
balcony Blood brains splashed.. he was dead? and the cops never came That's stapleton All, all, all in together now We getting fresh getting right for the weather now And if we fall
Dope] Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius, predicting the orbital patterns of Venus In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn Complex designs drops seconds before dawn [Violent J] Dead birds
Nigga Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy
like a bird, word on them streets be them Suave House beats In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets Speak -- I ain't have to say one little
Down at the best spot It's me and JD and they sellin' more birds than a pet shop The spot's hot and everybody nervous That's when the blue car served
to short Line up the homie as a teardrop falls No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven My mentality's like the dead
front of me You can't kill what's already dead But I don't blame you for trying it The sun comes up and falls away Two little birds makin' sense of it
