Traducció: Rei. El matar Suport Fack La Real.
Pesado y sin esperanza, confusion en mi corazon, me pregunto como hare para poder ver a traves de esta sensacion. Cada gota que derrames tan hermosa puede
One, two, three, four Walking through the cross fire heart Feeling heavy and hopeless and Wonderin' how I ever will see through this darkness Every drop
It's hard bein' a man Livin' in a garbage pail My landlady called me up, oh She tried to hit me with a mop I can't stand it any more, more I can't stand
Bucker, I'll beat yo' bad ass Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Ain't no kings
Oh, get down, getting down, so much money in the ground For the people who don't deserve it now It's a circus we're the clowns as the giant ones disown
i'm immature - i talk a lot i'm a lying, cheating little snot i smell bad - i don't comb my hair i steal from work - i don't fight fair girls are repulsed
Non ti sopporto piu... davvero Ma come faccio a dirtelo devo buttarmi dal quinto piano Vedi, non dormo piu ho il cuore in tasca e intanto tu sbatti sbatti
Non ti sopporto pi... davvero Ma come faccio a dirtelo devo buttarmi dal quinto piano Vedi, non dormo pi ho il cuore in tasca e intanto tu sbatti sbatti
No answers just violence And somehow your words stay unheard Like your name is a number Hey mister Billion Sixty-four Some people Don't get it They're
Yo, I'm a diamond in the rough see I roll from the slum And live with the city with like nowhere to run The game's on you till you stand on your own two
Bo bo bee, bo bee Bo bo bo bee, bo bee, bo I couldn't bear to be special I couldn't bear, couldn't bear I couldn't bear, right? Bo bee, bo bee, bo
Yeah, stand up What do you believe in? Yeah, stand up, come on Just a face in the crowd Feeling lost, down and out Can you hear me now? Millions more
Rain against my window, sweet memories I can't stand the rain against my window Bringing back sweet memories I can't stand the rain against my window
My bones are trembling Veins are filled with ice I see you swagger through Your boots are shiny, too I still feel your torture Messing up my life I cannot
Here on the inside looking at the outside losing my memory faster than my pride Here I am baby, blind as a bat outta hell Cut me loose of that ball and
Old James Dean Monroe Hands out flowers at the shop 'n' go Hopes for money but all he gets is fear And the wind blows up his coat And this he scribbles
Hip Hip, mein Mac hat ein Hoden darum liege ich am Boden und spiel mir, owaia, an meie Eier. Hop Hop, mein Apple hat ein dicken, die Bayern kannst du
