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d'l'argent sans rien faire, ça n'sait pas comment faire Depuis tout p'tit ça veut beaucoup d'ronds Depuis toujours on s'nique la santé Ça consomme le bangué
back R H is back (Macheteros in the house) Inutile che fingi, pure tua madre è una fan Voglio morire come Big Puni (?) Flow Top Gun, per generazione
know I can't be slippin in the '94 So put up a glock, 'cause we be buckin with them 4.4's 45. Auto Mag. .30 round clip. Fully Mag P-30, mini-14.
Land gekerbt, Mit Hacken und mit Hämmern hatten sie Berge bewegt Und Schwellen über Schotter und darauf Schienen gelegt.In bittrem Frost,
whole name written across my chest And it goes, A for accurate. P for poetry A for the automatic respect you're showin' me T for the tight lyrics and H
qu'aurait pué d'la gueule L'avait en effet un problème sévère Qui depuis tout p'tit lui causait souci Il avait l'haleine d'un vieux camembert Le souffle
a demon of one night stands of hoes willing to swallow my semen O.H. ten. Where the fuck y'all at? Now say 'Fuck you Copy!' "Fuck you Copy!!", motherfuck
de p.u.t.e que de la f.l.û.t.e Que dalle au cal.b.u.t.e Faut-il qu'on te m.u.t.e ? Arrête l'ha.l.u. 2T, e, où gare à la c.h.u.t.e Ca complote,
A de amor B de baixinho C de coração D de docinho E de escola F de feijão G de gente H de humano I de igualdade J, juventude L,
you know I´m flowin' like H2O Then fountain non-stop to a thirsty soul I be like, cupid draw back my bow Point it at your mind N let my fly rhyme
Nachtscherbn unterm Doppelbett So weiá So dick So rund und immer voll. Vielleicht hätt ma'n in's Grab dazulegn solln? Einmal hab ich s' gfragt: " Wo ist der
Nem sempre andei assim Nem sempre fui tristeza Às vezes andei com os pés no chão Às vezes fui certeza Nem sempre
niggas just mug I'm the prince on the block And I never sold drugs H-O-O-D that's were I rep Gotta keep the g up White tee I got prep Most thugs don't
it best Yes God-des she does it best It's the G-O-D it's god-des) I'm not H to the izzle I'm D to the dizzay I called up Macy Grey but she forgot what
(*talking*) Yeah, they finna have a problem on this one mayn H-Town representing, Screwed Up Click You in here, with Trae the Truth mayn I had
love, I attack rap genres.. Fatter than Chaka Khan was XL excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperin Consider me the Master P of God like Kirk
the Lisa Mona want to be must wanted become a goner if he do rebel Kiss the only son of bill see-h-i double L, can't you tell Minnie Mae raised me well ,
free, but tonight it's on me, I'm the T-H-are-E-A-T, be -double O-T-see-A-M-P, We bout to leave boo, it's long overdue, Girl I'm goin' over you, How
d'Elton John Et la dégaine distinguées des frères Dalton Les lieux sont repérés, 9h devant la banque J'suis devant le sas,je sonne et je rentre Je fais
small I needed anything he was the first I'd call He was down the road with me If I got in beef By fucking them hoes with me He was H-O-T Kept it real
180 Km/h im SLS Roadster All black everything als käm' er aus dem Kloster Lucky Luciano, Anthony Soprano Mafioso-Flow, Gambino Bonanno Sex ist
Comme une encre impossible à effacer Comme un tag à l'acide ou comme mon blaze Gravé à la bougie sur les vitres du RER S.n.i.p.e.r. Avec un putain
nigga L-I-L see wit tha crew da S-N-why-P-A-da Z I thought you knew, cause up in Chi beat boys die This ain't New York I'm sick of niggas sellin out Like
J'entends la porte porte claquer, comme tous les soirs : j'dors pas C'est 2 h et quart, qu'est ce que c'gosse peut faire dehors si tard J'aurais
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