walk with the devil (don't walk with the devil), If you can't run with him too. Don't walk with the devil, If you can't run with him. Well, the opulence
Перевод: Богоубийство. Walk With The Devil In Dreams Вы вот.
Перевод: 7 Mary 3. Не Walk With The Devil.
bags And hit the streets With these dirty vocal chords That will never be in key These empty streets and dreams You're not there looking for me Walking
a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I might O.D. of yoppas Whole bunch of choppas fo my enemies Devil entered
my name My name was not to become what I became with this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil My new name is... Rain Man [Verse 2] Now
's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! Yes it's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da
your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God All jokes aside, come bounce with
my right Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight And the dark is my light, i'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you? Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound
music was weak, the ignorant were choosin to speak Pimps and prostitues were abusin the street The people were all thinkin with invisible brains In hell slaves walk with
glamourus Drunk and high with your little soul's crushed Don't you know that life is a mirage I keep myself sober so my soul is camouflaged If the devil
me (why) tell me (we die) Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it From in my soul to every word that I curse with all the agony expressed
Thus Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us We alive nigga ain’t no destroying us You better off if you come join with us Perpendicular Or analyzing my whole molecular In particular Roll with
an extra bar as I spar with literature Taking kingdoms from tsars Winning more wars than the moors [forte] Hey, what’s the deal? I seen the devil spar with
Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God All jokes aside, come bounce with us Standin over you with
, Father? I need to talk I’m so tired of trying to run, Father Let’s take a walk I’m so sorry for whut I’ve done, Father It ain’t my fault The devil’s
a profit [1st Verse] I'm New York's living legend The streets know me well Stand in the line of fire It's going to be hell You dancin wit the devil Tonight