Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Текст песни U-GOD - Pleasure And Pain [U-God]Once again...Through the storms... I gotta stay strongTake deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harmwith no regrets, on my chest, let me knowledge be bornon levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step( ) When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm>From Fort Green I sing the song meanBring the calm overseas, glide high in the skiesSky dive... far... far as the eye could seeIn the midst of acapell', I ball my fist upUnravel, travellin to the cells of GottiI shot up a shell, will he drop? Will he flop?Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail?The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planetPlan harder, your Godfather's plans failedI air mail the senseless scar, two snub nosesNiggas love those expensive carsIs it him and those twenty inch rims, splittin the tar?An amazon woman from the stripbarGod, it varies, Halley Berry, stars eatin hard cherriesThis world is bizarre, not bein far from MarsGalaxy hoppin, non-stoppin the sun raysStay and paid for real, 'til I'm old and greyPretty legs, of course, soft as clayDegrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all dayEngaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chainsIs my brain vain? Flames, still dock the misslesLet off one, stay in your laneEverybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rumNumb, one case got thrown out in dismissalEverybody got pistols, but will the referee blow the whistlebefore I lock on your ass, bone gristle?These streets is crystal, crystal, crystal[Hell Razah]Pleasure and pain, some took lead to the brainGot rich and couldn't live for the end of the gameGovernment chain, breakin off the slavery chain>From a weddin to a funeral, it's pleasure and painGuns, gangs cock back, ready to aimCall in Fergusons, ridin on the back of the trainTelevisions and this cocaine, got us insaneWe got to war, if we all got a burner, then flameBaby showers, same day as nuclear showersProphecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hourShots fired in the night, from the heart of the cowardStop the crow from the young flowers, goin to HowardBrooklyn Babe Ruth, raised in fatigues and bootsBlue-printin who we hittin, and we need to shootNo description, all though it was dark, an EgyptainAnd didn't have no love, but a grudge against Clinton[U-God]Representin... how much gold can one man claim?Over horizon, recognize him, it's candy rainFlusty, lookin out of dusty old window panewith nothin to lose, but everythin to gainSo far to go, much more is unclaimedNo delay, when we spray, we Play IV Keeps in the Jeeps | Похожие исполнители:
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