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Перевод: Алмазная бурильная головка. Умерших или живых.
Krush Groovin waves off the atlas Coolin, that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks That's the way we live
no telling what could happen next Life on the edge, fuels the sickness in my head it imbeds the type of thoughts that got a lot of brothers dead The smarter
is yours You could get what you love, be a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside The beast, I'm a hot light
Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs Runnin on the daily out here tryin to slang [Scarface] Now analyzin all the wrong I've done I'm surprised I ain't dead
is how we live [Styles:] Smoking, drinking, hustling, thinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live [Styles:] Drug spots, projects, Jail cell stinking [Jadakiss:] This is how we live
mystery, it's everything They was one of them couples, people said they were the it Unbreakable, like Bobby and Whit' Or Ryan and Reese or Kimora and Russ Relationships can be dead but look live
hustlers, you can't trust 'em I been cut throatin' niggaz for a while now I stay to tapin' and whoopin' ballers Who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or
I come, they go, I run, they slow I ain?t ashamed that I did what I did I just live how I live, you don't like it, say so Ain't a singer on my payroll
, I'm coughing I kind of caught the blues But you won't catch me complaining to the super or the news Cause the carrot's gonna dangle 'Til the diamond
worse when I stay in one place So I'm always pacing around or walking away I keep drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head
when I stay in one place So I'm always pacing around or walking away I keep drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head
worse when I stay in one place So I'm always pacing around or walking away I'm drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head
his head Wally World (Just hold ya head) True Dog (Just hold ya head) Kerry Dope (Just hold ya head) My cousin Chris (Just hold ya head) Hold ya head
to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must 'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh! The teardrops
that bitch and these niggas just a fussin thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or
ya mouth wide Soul, legs and the body Spirit from me now, rise I arrive to take lives and tell lives I'm wanted dead or alive, cause when the needle