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It's kinda like a german shepherd hit on the streets
By a big muthafuckin truck, speeding and shit
And poor little german shepherd bleeding
to your house by me is over
[Chorus]
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll
that you wouldn't want to walk by
Type of like hoodlum with a cork eye
Crazy and can't help it the stress do it
or maybe, I'm just to lit, and that's it
Pierwszy dzień podstawówki, zacisnąć będę musiał zęby na nią
Dla małego siedmiolatka korytarz wydawał się rozległy jak Wielki Kanion i ten
Wielki
of you are not yet in class
Correct this
You have five seconds to comply
A-B-C-D-E-F-G (five)
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X (four, three)
Y,
Ten million's what it cost them
To put back together a
Cat whose straight awesome
Mr defari he's Bionic
Over fifty million tracks with
A hundred
My first memory of a smartphone
Was not the hottest ringtone
Or the games I was always kinda schooled on
(Uh, huh) ten years old
There was a naked
fo
To'ri oloun mo'n show love
Dumpa truck 4x4
Not by chance, not by luck
Man do you mi'o mo mo
Man wan go al jannah
When I had nothing, nobody
composing ten
*Tiny glass animals stand on my desk
Music will blow them away
I have a desease. I am down on my knees
Wrapped up n bandages, weightless
Look
overcome hurdles like Edwin Moses
Everything is planned, but no one knows this
I never go broke, since I don't sweat that
I make moves like a man on X
Intro/Chorus: repeat 4X
"Chilllllllll" --> LL Cool J
"cause I'm so smooth" --> Rakim
"I make the girls strip naked and just give it here" -->
or count to ten.
Don't take advice, don't ask me when.
Just come my way, simply kiss me and say:
Hands up, baby, hands up, ...
With your head up in
by your message
It's funny I haven't noticed for a while
My next door neighbour has the nicest smile
If I remember her name I'll never forget her
room at the Holiday Inn again
Well, maybe next year
Or, when
December 24th, ten PM eastern
Standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
Try'n'a get right hoping that one day I'd be the man
The years went by I was M.I.A
I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way
I saved nickels
to Spartacus
When he balls his fists around the swords he lifts with the force of a horses kick
Multiplied by the reason why god exists, and makes Thor his
my pocket, stuffed like stocking bust a thread in 'em
If they play with me then it's no sleep, go send the head hitter
Nine times out of ten this F&N
allowed by me
'cause I don't got time to play
I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique
(The First of Seraphs in Anguish Bereaved)
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson 11/3 - 1996, edited & rearranged 5/10 -1998 and 20/7 - 1999)
Lucifer:
życia G'N.O.J.A
Na serio to moja zbroja
Jeśli nie masz wyboru pozostaje Ci przetrwać
Jeśli masz przejebane to zęby zaciśnij nie płacz
Nie masz wyboru
Emanować tylko złem
Wyrzec się własnego syna jak dureń 50 Cent
Wciąż rościć pretensje odbierając innym tlen
Jak ten co mu nie pyknął jego wymarzony sen
bitch, I been in there
Doggy need some money on his books, I might put ten in there
Glizzy in the backpack, paunch that F&N in there
Bitch, quit
bomby w centrum Moskwy antychryst
To wojny pył i kurz morderczy kwartet i
Z piekieł wrót już tu szatańskie wersety
Czym jest przy mnie H1N1
Chcesz
reklam
Bo ewidentnie mamy all inclusive w piekle
To takie życie jest piękne ty znasz to z N2
I co jak co ten stan odpowiada nam
Możesz to nazwać glam
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