's gonna be all right. We're free at last, and I've learned that the hard way. Learned that the hard way, learned that the hard way I can't hear anything
翻訳: 煙や火. ハードウェイ.
Goodbye, it's gonna be all right. We're free at last, and I've learned that the hard way. Learned that the hard way, learned that the hard way I can'
know we always coming through Me and my crew Let me hear you say fire it up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) To all my dogs that's straight
this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump in the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to
whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view, or Saudi
good deck but she picked the wrong card Had a kid, now she's realizin' life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz
U-God] These 99 powerful circlin swords Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists Chop off your option
6 tha sea six Icey fits on five, icey tips I live a nice way, I store my jewels in an ice-tray How you want it, the man or the mice way? Talk 2 of these
nigga) Nothin but some real gangsta shit (gangsta shit) For them niggaz and bitches out there (Yeah) Now I'm havin a hard fuckin life right now (a hard
trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned, but it ain't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by
I don't give a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes Don't you ever, don't you ever Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha Verse One: Fuck them hoes
the way to the O.C. Any way around the world we smoke the dope weed We got what it takes, cush, bud, hash, cakes Smoke filled room when the hits take
't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends, and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin' Just the smoke
miserable, we stomp them bitches, this is no, joke Goin' overboard, like someone threw us off the boat, choke Puff up all the smoke I'm tryna stay on fire
if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion, a sister could get a hit of it Get em high like noon or the moon Or room filled with smoke
hair Kill 'em with a rhyme, or the bottom of my Nike Airs So quick son pick one, you don't want me to finish or I'll quickly take you to 1950 and do you
