forgiveness Repentance over and over to a safe secure place Your heavenly disgrace now Wink your eye to your altar boy?s thighs Is that your choice of toys Hey father, hail
Перевод: Winans, Марио. Градом пуль.
s forgiveness Repentance over and over to a safe secure place Your heavenly disgrace now Wink your eye to your altar boy?s thighs Is that your choice of toys Hey father, hail
(feat. Spice 1, The Outlawz) [Spice 1] boss... [coughing] [Chorus] [Spice 1] Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my niggaz go to war for me? Straight
: (feat. Spice 1, The Outlawz) [Spice 1] boss... [coughing] [Chorus] [Spice 1] Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my niggaz go to war for me?
We've been traveling on this wayward road Long time til I be take a 'eavy load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry
phone You tell me brothers got no options today You best to listen to the Ice closely fool, crime don't pay Gas and dope bullets and coke ain't the way
And make 'em show up then thangs Take 'em in the room go in his pockets And then blow up his brain No matter the weather Rain, snow, sleet, or hail I
icy blues And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition too I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets I
I'm walking out in a force ten gale Birds thrown around, bullets for hail The roof is pulling off by its fingernails Your voice is rattlin' on my window
I'm walking out In a force ten gale Birds thrown around Bullets for hail The roof is pulling off By its fingernails Your voice is rapping On my windowsill
dookies went flyin I had to blast, dog brains all in the grass Mixed with the dookie, yeah man nighty night! Time to smash Yo we cut through the park, dookies poppin outta my shirt A hail of bullets
Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze Presidential is gold, n-gga play with my money my Jeweller lifting his soul 40 kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin'
! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru Yes, haha From the inner sanctum, that embruised my medulla You can praise buddha, or you can hail
from the back Then she told me that she hustled so I hit her with a pack Yeah, screw how many mics you got How much ice you got my bullets?ll make you
ll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy, That's the AK47 made his neighborhood love me. Bullets like
