Превод: 7А3. 1 / 2 Боулдин, Остало 1 / 2 Инце.
no threat To Bret E.B. speakin words of a prophet Peace is my answer, violence we should stop it Took a trip to Mexicali, threw on my sombrero Kickin it in a
a school, or in a college When I got special gifts, somethin you're born with And the 7A3, we have a lot of this The name is Bretty B of the 7A3 I'm commander
Take you baaaack Take you back Do do do do Take you baaaack (Aaaah... ya!) [Bret E.B. (& Sean E.B.)] (From the streets) cometh a man (A fighter) doin
's a limitation If you don't get a job or a fresh occupation With your parents there's no communication You feel a lotta fear, a lotta frustration Knowin
Du hast Recht du Hurensohn, im Rap gehts nur um Flow, Reime, und ein bisschen um Stolz und Ehre. Ich spitte fur Leute wie dich, damit auch so Bitches
Left the city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making
Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river A nice talking psychopath All cops hunt the black male in a skimask
some other shit higher than a mother ship louie in my 7 trae gucci in my other shit gucci pass the other day 30 rounds then ima hittem i can make a
'll go And keep getting stronger on the way... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time I am here for joy, I am here for sorrow There is a reason and a
that we see each other, That's why I cherish every moment that we spent each other. When you're away, Temptation may come Above of when I get caught up (by you) (3
look too handsome to be rapping Bitch, I'm a model Bitch, I'm a model, called a photographer Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot, partner Bitch, I'm a
don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand I ain't never got a
with 8 Make me feel so lucky 7 He kiss me in his 6 We be making love in 5 Still the one I do this 4 I'm trying to make a 3 From that 2 He still the 1
is my color, I have no other nothing else will do I've got a black car, black bed, black TV I've even got a silk black suit Dangerous music, and a dangerous
Ghetto, get up Ghetto, get up Ghetto, get up Ghetto, get up Ghetto, get up Ghetto, get up To some, 'Ghetto' is a name, to others a tradition In the
have ya noddin like ya hopped out 3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a we folks all day Ager, Sneek an the B.A. put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught
some other method 'Cause without their K 9's how will they suck? 7 ate 9 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 What about 9? 7 ate 9, 7 ate 9, 7 ate 9 Oh, 7 ate
