On Saturday night When I was born Down on the farm Guitar plinkin' And we started drinkin' Till the break of dawn About twelve o'clock Everything get
dame in spain said canada's for cunts i cant go to mexico ive played that game a rose a rita jail and slurr, my tiss of thee always everybody loves to hate
Перевод: США Бомбы. США Of Hate.
statue made in France hate, hate, livin' in the U.S. Hate [x4] kissin' ass to Americans suckin' on the USA smokin' crack in broken glass livin in the U.S. Hate
famous dame in spain said canada's for cunts i cant go to mexico ive played that game a rose a rita jail and slurr, my tiss of thee always everybody loves to hate
see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes Til they capture this And if we die let the world understand why Soldier my eyes hate to see a
piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabic's
One man army, only two things in the world can calm me West *** and that bomb *** I never back down, never back down Never back down, now that the Bone Thug's
Money (Skepta) As we proceed ( Boy Betta Know) Yh The Bad Boys Are Back Blowing Up Shit Like Bomb In Iraq Didys In White Im in All Black It's About
[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the
Let's bring 'em home safely "the state department's ? ? wants to mediate The iranian president wants to meet with iraq And then maybe the u.s. A
, it?s 'cause I said, "Peel his cap" We all rough riders now, how real is that It?s the kiss of death everybody know J-face You's gettin' off similar to OJ?s
spit, they cold as shit I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff. Talk about load ya clip, and O's
the H u been losing the race couldnt keep the pace butta hates just seeling ur fate, talkin wut u at wut u gone do, like u the man, bumpin two bazooka
tell me that I'm deaden ya I get down for mine, I get crunk I got that crip black, and got skunk My niggas bust ar's, 4/5's, and pumps Shit to make ya
ya drive way rock u in tha face have u lookin sideways so step back cause u aint want it with Mac tha young cat with rap to leave u flat on ur back
pack a pump When I'm tryin' to stay thuggin it In the way, playa haters see me, get a grudge What's on they mind? Nigga, that's sluggin' it Got a feelin
