And in a moment the memories are all that remain And all the wounds are reopening again We're blood brothers We're blood brothers We're blood brothers We're blood brothers
ALL YOU CAN GET UP OFF THE GROUND AGAIN, IT DOESN'T MATTER, THE WHOLE THING'S JUST A GAME THE WHOLE THING'S JUST A GAME THE WHOLE THING·S JUST A GAME
Перевод: Blood Brothers саундтрек. Детские игры.
Перевод: Игры. Братья по крови.
y' count from one t' ten Y' can gerrup off the ground again It doesn't matter the whole thing's just a game. The whole thing's just a game. The whole thing's just a game
(jea) Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip (ayyy) Shoot first and ask question lata (lata) Da answer is it was all about da paper (jea) Everything da game
something to do with killing my brother. Just another mind game? or maybe it's a sign, When the child with a gun holds it up to the head of his brother
, One Thug [Verse 1] I wake up early in the morning mind state so military Suckas fantasizing Pictures of a young brother buried Was it me The Weed
us grow at times, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this dirty game
must all stay true Play the game nigga Never let the game play you And for the fame Niggas change fast That's a shame What's the game Lost souls Who controls
the start... Darkness falls, here comes the rain to wash away the past and the names Darkness falls, here comes the rain to end it all, the blood and the game
start Darkness falls, but here comes the rain To wash away the past and the names Darkness falls, here comes the rain To end it all, the blood and the game
this sunshine everyday So why don't you come home baby and everybody tryin to battle each other getting smothered It ain't worth it thirstin' for the blood of your brother
people see that everything I do comes back to me Bridge: You gotta live your live we're all the same, no one's to blame they gotta live their lives just play the game
good cold stinging blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . . Once I had, a little game I liked to crawl back into my brain I think you know the game
My older brother was touched It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane Crack house for my birthday The next day my brother shot in cold blood
and do what I do And make somebody have to go and get a hearse Yo, Game I don't really give a f-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look
my colors upon me one soldier stands tall Tell me what have you left me What have I got Last night in cold blood my young brother got shot My homeboy