out but I don't know how to Every time I try Every time I try I wanna work it out but I don't know how to Every time I try I wanna work it out but I
翻訳: それは犬. 私がしようとするたび.
right brush and I draw all I promise I been thinkin before ya'll I barely get tired I'm rarely inspired And you accompish in a week is What I'm daily required I
And every kid can truly feel at home I told ya you should give the dog a bone Give the dog a bone Everybody's talking about school But I get more pleasure
You gotta know what you're talkin' about, drop science Every chance you get, hit direct and indirect, speak in code 'Cause you're never alone that's why I
in my pen every time I begin Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend I try to edit what I'm rasppin' about But I can't write
Donatin' proceeds off every ticket sold When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no? Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself? Every time there's a tragedy, I
I need a hundred more, you at the bar, pourin it up you try to wife it up, I already toe it up, up in V-I see how i keep it B-I, like a paper trail shout
that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up in this building and you know that i'ma hit them and i do it how i do it now i gotta get them BbboooooooooohhhhhH
F bitch I can say what I please Swagger so cold it stay when I leave I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas I kill dogs like I'm making chinese
women run for they lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin
later I finally achieved my lifelong dream That's right, I got me a part-time job At the Sizzler! I even made employee of the month After I put out that
perfect ten, I wanna get in Can I get down, so I can win 1-I like the way you work it No diggity, I try to bag it up, bag it up (repeat 1, 1, 1
a gig, tryna get your boy erased I hear the whispers say I talk a mean game But I walk it like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim Seem strange, cause them
. Fuck with tha sinners and rap shit, kick names out yo' mouth. I'm crossin' my nigga and he got rapid. To be killaz that flip, every blood drip I pray
and I'm dead 'Cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up Because I know
I'll be grippin to the scripture picture Little Ripsta can I get critical And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies Zero one
I'm ready for war, is that all you got? Heard the mack was talkin' this And that 'bout some of my incidents said I smoke and snatchin' purses you heard
