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Tradução: El Enemigo. Esta canción.
But in the underground is where it's kept An army of clones who just copy others They start to explain but then they stutter Damn, the same old song,
involved with the law sir But a nikka will get caught with a moss burg And that jus fell on the track and song Don't get it wrong this track is my own
times I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni
like me Day you came into this world I was so excited Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here [Chorus] [Blue Chip] Yo, yo, you see this
: Oh, I still hear the angels' song whispered by a child that once belonged. With tears of joy so white, the colour of a restless night, more than a
Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit We ain't having none of this old shit
callin to Jesus Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies
, callin to Jesus Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies
: [Tupac Talking] Shit, I'm a changed man Hey turn the lights up Still ballin', 2pac up in this bitch You know how we swing this shit Look [Verse
we hate the East coast, but that's funny Got a lot of love for, any niggaz gettin money I made a song about my enemies and niggaz tripped It was hip-hop
It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard must be a lady in tha light but real freaky in tha dark plus I got some enemies, baby hold my pistol and
: I ain't saying I'm innocent of all this I'm just saying This song is for y'all For all the times I mess up when we mess up Dear sister Got me twisted
from grace The foolish way, the pace is quick and great Smiling face, to hide the trace of heat But my homie would never do me wrong That's why I wrote this song
: This is a story of a Roller coaster child In the city living Where there once was wild (wild) I'm not the enemy Not defending thee The place where