is here just bundle up my coffin 'Cause it's cold way down there I hear that it's cold way down there Yeah, crazy cold way down there And when I die, and when I
翻訳: 血と汗と涙. そして、私が死ぬとき.
翻訳: 血と汗と涙. 私はあなたについて考えるときはそういうわけです.
It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with Oprah Nigga, what? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a
I commence to wreck Eject another clip and drip sweat Face of danger, increasin' anger Point blank, I smoke another stranger Grip the mic tight, I see
All I know is I just wanna rock world And all I have to say, I hope that it's okay Gonna be blood, sweat and tears Gonna be hard work and fears But I
going to spit and start over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference when I rip this stage and tear it
if I ain't have a soul a nigga always had you pardon Dude, but I gotta speak candidly How the FUCK!!! could you abandon me with 5 years of blood sweat and tears
here and don't say nuthin' I'm sayin' give it here and don't say nuthin' Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit
what you did to get here Let's talk about blood and sweat and tears Let's talk about what you wanna be And who I've always been I walk in here with
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die Sweat tears and blood, paid dues survive In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live Could've easily got
I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends I been smillin' but I can't innovate I feel that hurt but I can't explain it I have been around with a player or two and
But you never feared, always prepared to share Two young sons now just look it a best Give thank for all your blood, sweat and tears Oh mamma, I will
I'm dark for real And why nobody flip when Martin was killed? Why Mandela did all them years All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears? And I
in the back And aim they gat up in the air and let off Througho niggas tear nigga head off Then let the blood keep drippin' And just wipe the sweat
, I go hard, I break bones like Jackass dudes How many guns? Just a few, but you never know What you gon' get till the shell come through Blood, sweat, and tears
up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x)
