help me please Oh, there's a hole, in my life There's a hole, in my life There's a hole, in my life There's a hole, in my life ...
Перевод: Жало. Hole In My Life.
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes... i threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes That you then inflicted
thing out, let it go Always G'd out, blacked out, from my head to toe And it ain't a question that I be out to get the dough Call up my connect, get
ll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my
to a level Prepare yourself When I relax with thoughts, then my brain Hovers New York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind
husbands in three-piece-suits It's freezing cold and my jeans got holes I ain't seen my baby since I sold my soul In the Vienna streets, got my feet
do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta life one fuckin
gate of love waiting for the life of the Son To follow me 'til I am undone Oh, You pulled me out of the mud up from the miry clay You washed all my sins
loaded Taste the sting of your arrogance Stuck in this screeching bitch called life Drop the coins and send you to Charon I will have my vengeance in
say I did not have a strong enough grip on the club when I hit the tree route, and my hands are stinging quite badly. Champion: (Start Grunting) Donald
my rhyme clean The cop seen now you a big ride to came Well let me hal-swing, sing along, do your thing now Feel my sting, crown Busta-bus king now [
torn between the lending of a helping five knuckles and a charge that won't escape me (Tha's life) Sufferin' suckatash buckle ducks in the trunk with belts-ten four on them-sting
My life is everything That feeds my thirst that causes sin My wants are all I care No shame and guilt, there's nothing there Look deep into my face I
or is you hatin' like they are? Fuck ?®em all - red my rings, dread my stings Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings See, life's a bitch and I hit
pleasure They call me Gab and I rap And I do my thing and swing it bring it in my habitat Where my vocals stinging even linger in the back of your neck
cause my ride clean The cop seen now your all big ridin' team Well let me hal-swing, sing along, do your thing now Feel my sting, crown Busta-bus king
