don't know what they're talking about The boys are worried, the girls are shocked They pick the sound and let it drop Nobody knows what they're talking
don't know what they're talking about The boys are worried, the girls are shocked They pick the sound and let it drop Nobody know what they're talking
Перевод: Talking Heads. Наркотики.
Перевод: Talking Heads. Электричество (наркотики).
[Young Jeezy verse:] Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga (jea) Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers (ayyy) I'm from even where da
longer a movie but the shows aint over homos I’m back with a vengeance homie weezy keep ya head up TI keep ya head up, Kanye keep ya head up Don’t let
like I did? (Yeah yeah!) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight but I can
[Eminem] A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions A lot of people think that.. what I say on records or what I talk about on a record, that I
you!" Yes I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed With sex, drugs and rock & roll New tecs and calicos
Talkin to my homies that was buried See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me Please give me shelter, calm my fears Lifted my head
me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk
smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head
a tomb, polluted poisonous womb The devil had me workin, givin me no slack If i felt a little sad he was feedin me Prozac Drug in my head, people worship
na... Nowadays it's hard to make a livin but easy to make a killin 'cause People walk around one just one itchy feelin I feel nauseated from your evil drug
got a head with no screws in it Motherfuckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me Talkin' about he left
: Keith Murray Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance
