faithful like you, Hallelujah Can't do me the way you do, knew it was true God None other faithful like you hallelujah It's true God, hallelujah It's true God, true God
Tradução: Llama. Dios verdadero.
like you, Hallelujah Can't do me the way you do, knew it was true God None other faithful like you hallelujah It's true God, hallelujah It's true God, true God
flames, burning down her fame Prayers to the saints, their end of an evil game Run to your last refuge Maybe the silence of your voice Lie but be true
don't search us they know we got the flames But they still let us slide through the door like Cramer I believe in god, but my true religion Is stuffin
define? Die Flammen dem Leiden ein Ende gemacht [The flames make the suffering end] Die Flammen dem Leiden ein Ende gemacht [The flames make the suffering
wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new
do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin [singing while 2Pac speaks] Who do you believe in? Put my faith in God, and Blessed
posse up Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs As we strut as thugs we must doin our best to obey god violent in these times Got to
an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her true mother
be cared for, step to the light We live in God For any burning flame There's a dying Fiamm Any time she dies A flame will burns.
sepulchral monoliths, nebulously dancing beneath the dew (Of morning, in ye twilightland of old) Abiding teardrops borne by thorns, thine fragments I twine true
what the fuck that I'm talking about when we riot You dealin' with a few true villians, whose stayin' inside of the booth truth spillin' And spit true
I want you to know God Im ridin on Hell?s hot flames comin up from below Yes I?ve already suffered I want you to know God I?m riding on Heaven?s flames
the fuck that I'm talking about when we riot You dealin with a few true villains Whose stand inside of the booth truth spillin And spit true feelings
exactly what the fuck that i?m talking about when we riot, you dealin with a few true villians who stand inside of the booth truth spillin, and spit true
take drugs and hear music, my album is engineered Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear I make the devil do the work of God and God do evil I'm both
