can't go back When a heart gets broke this many times It's easy to lose track Takin' all this pain And you know I can't regain The flame, oh, the flame
Tradução: Las Claves Negro. La Llama.
can't go back When a heart gets broke This many times It's easy to lose track Takin' all this pain And you know I can't regain The flame, oh the flame
the unspeakable sins How long have you been keeping the Holy Keys? The light of the sun is suddenly ebbing away The earth will be embraced by the flames
a youth I was laudering the stoop Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns and no
: Hear us prince of darkness Guide us to our dreams To hold the seven keys To rule the world beneath We crave the blackest love As we gaze on through
: (feat. Yung Money) [Verse 1: Yung Money] Young man for president I probably paint the white house black if it was my residence Bush back in office
like burning flame He is the first and last, he brings the seven plagues Seven stars of seven cities in his hand He holds the keys of death for the underworld
my path!!! Keep my eyes on the math, you cats don't know the half! As far as I'm concerned, you cats can burn in flames This ain't no game!!! I'm-a
Ye who wear the mark and hold the keys, Come now, let us worship, At the womb of blasphemies Rivers of blood! Rivers of blood! For the black earth's
thy countenance: O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and wine. O African! Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead) [13] The fiery limbs, the flaming
blood of a million matyrs while celebration ringing in the heavens grows strong the keys to the seven gates of Hell lie momenterally unguarded. Raging flames
't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga, might be shot, nigga, might be tri-flamed Nigga, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame
the D R, A G, dash O N, slash often Come on, burnin' niggas often They call me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin' Keep the block roastin' Light a dutch wit the flames
not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are lookin for them niggaz in black Lean
as a youth I was laundering the stoop Underneath the nose and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns
fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even we sent deebo back to back to back We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks black
