Hayan byeolbichi I kkaman eodumi Jeo meolliseo nal mireonaego itjjyo Hwanhan misoro Geudaereul baraman bwado Nan ireoke jakkuman meoreojyeo gayo Geudarreul
gold to platinum from rag to riches im the boss of the boss the pimp shotcaller worldwide riding in the benz with a scroller in your city tear ya mall up pimp fly bitches and tear
riches I'm the boss of the boss, the pimp shotcaller Worldwide Rider in a Benz with a spoiler In your city, tear yo mall up Pimp fly bitches and tear
m somethin' else, pussy nigga do the math Just look at me nigga, you can't tell I got cash? Got together so fruity, 26 inches (Girl, ain't that Blood
a scrap When you show your work I would listen with a smirk From irony to Irief From Bob Marley smokin? stones At the building refused My girl left
Born in 1960 in a nation Throughout / ive been a spokesperson For a generation Within the same ol fear of a black planet 20 years of blood sweat and no tears
witness before we see it's hard to live This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness Ask mama, why I got this urge to die Witness the tears falling
a minute to get in 'em BBD say you poisen well I want some of that venom girl, girl [Hook] [Wiz Khalifa] Ooooh, girl your ass is superthick lotta chicks
about back when I was a teen I know I'm blessed, just having this tank around my chest Cause every city that I been to homeless people facing death I shed a tear
children. Help them. Help our children) Will you let them be? (Help the children) Will you help the children live to see... (Help the children) A generation
up rhythm to rhatid With my girl Charlotte now can you handle it Ooh, hear it, damage, feel it Positive energies embrace the cue One, two, let the girl
capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shard of a hangover Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the
, the African, the Latin woman The European, Middle Easterns and the Indian This one goes out to all the girls around the nations All you gotta do is look at me Three generations
I tell you of a girl, her husband was a soldier Gone to war in some strange country far away No word had come to her but the rumors of great battles fought
force it carries It can heal the generations so that other ones can live It can heal us, so we can live So won't you take the chance and let your tears
one man, I'm not all men There's one subject that everyone enjoys I heard the boys talk the talk to the boys I heard the girls talk the talk to the girls
