, it's like a dream Let the choir sing Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery Just like a dream
Перевод: Mad'House. Like A Prayer.
like a prayer, your voice can take me there Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery Just like a dream, you are not what you seem Just like a prayer
idea whats it like to be broke as fuck [Verse One:] I feel like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net I'm popping perkasets, I'm a nervous
hands wit' me [Chorus] I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady Shit Im doin
save or pray, or ? clothes All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes! In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa And a cocain dealer,
' around like little bitches Talkin' about what you got and what they ain't got They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down But fuck that, they just mad
grew up like --- think every man's worth is in himself glad as well, but im mad as hell because my bestfriend probably gonna die in jail no lie to tell probably cry like hell like
(Ooh, ooo, ooo) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times A baby drama mama, don't like me She doin' things like
forgiveness, Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business. Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant, People lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk, Reincarnated, spirit of a
Once I said my prayer everybody back to business Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant People lookin' from a distance think I'm big daddy cunk Reincarnated spirit of a
that's a promise. Comin' with the bombs [bombs]. Niggas can't test us. Creep, defeat is on you, (bleed). Rollin' with the niggas that pack the heat and a
had a plan We was either finna be rich or die like a man We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a
catch one in your wig. See the testosterone the toast is right on my lap. So if a nigger get out of line a nigger get clapped. I got a arsenal an infantry
one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, a infantry
blouses fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses) my nigga, we rent houses so many wedding rings lost in them couches I?m just a Westside lover I
the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play I'm from New York, New York n****z die for the cheese I air your house out like a can of Fabreeze, at
