When a game begins to get a drama Connecting subculture and decadence Nothing is such exciting as life A surf of beauties lewd and lavish Wear and tear
Перевод: Love Like Blood. Как птица.
flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff" I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch I see your lips moving
mouth till they catch lock jaw, I got plans to spend a million and more Before I hit a million and four, before death, pull a gun on me squeeze one in
m startin to love this place, They even got red clay, Okay, hit a different, Strip club everyday, And I don't make it rain, It's a hurricane on the way
livin' like thugs, I spit kisses and hugs like forty five slugs Come back on the run and kiss my love gun Got a look that'll kill, voice that'll carry
me up yeah What if somebody from the Chi that was ill got a deal On the hottest rap label around? But he wasn't talking 'bout Coke and birds It was more like
girl, Can this be so Girl have we drifted so far that we can?t even talk no more.] [-Estelle] Uh huh, listen yo We can?t talk no more blood ?Cause you never ever really understood blood
life Love's a two way dream Leave me, now, return tonight Tide will show you some way If you forget my name, you will go astray Like a killer whale trapped in a
stuck the nigga fast Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus Now our family reunion done turned into a
wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it (A favor for a favor) (A favor for a favor) (A favor for a favor) (A favor for a favor)
you've loved and you've lost someone You know what it feels like to lose She's fading away Away from this world Drifting like a feather She's not like
taste or would you like to remind me why we're here As I walk to the water to cleanse off the blood on my hands The weight of this crime leaves a stain
a lot of bloods who ain't afraid to kill a soul like the locked up thug but back to the point me i got them chopper colors like the kitchen of a fanta
its a lot of bloods Who ain't afraid to kill a soul Like the locked up thug But back to the point Me I got them chopper colors Like the kitchen of a
and breathe you in This love is a scary love Like birds in place of doves Clenched fist in a velvet glove Like a train running over us Like being nailed to a
