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the four, I think of the four Evangelists who preached the Gospel
There was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
And when I see the five, it reminds me of the five
the four, I think of the four Evangelists who preached the Gospel
There was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
And when I see the five, it reminds me of the five
the four, I think of the four Evangelists who preached the Gospel
There was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
And when I see the five, it reminds me of the five
her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell ‘em I
but He's also wrath
So don’t play with God
I need you to read 1 John 3: 4 through 9, ayy
We at war, and I can’t sit here and recline
Ayy
It's my job
her groove back
The kind of flow that put the rhythm in 2Pac
8 years later
They're saying Ghetto Gospel was
Ahead of it's time i'm like, duh
Tell 'em I
Whose mission is to bring us with him into life forever
So once upon a time, there was a man named john
Who was proclaiming the gospel at the river
leg leg arm head that's that God body
Mob a nigga like I'm John Gotti
Keep the faith like I'm Bon Jovi
Can't break when they try try me
I be pushing
the four, I think of the four Evangelists who preached the Gospel
There was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
And when I see the five, it reminds me of the five
the four, I think of the four Evangelists who preached the Gospel
There was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
And when I see the five, it reminds me of the five
the four, I think of the four Evangelists who preached the Gospel
There was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
And when I see the five, it reminds me of the five
the four, I think of the four Evangelists who preached the Gospel
There was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
And when I see the five, it reminds me of the five
the four, I think of the four Evangelists who preached the Gospel
There was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
And when I see the five, it reminds me of the five
Yeah, ah!
Malboro Rot, aber fühle mich wie John Player
Circa vier, fünf Mille in der Moncler
Brandloch im Leder, Fluchtfahrt im Panamera
Eine
col gospel
Magari c'è il Nobel
Del fatto di popper
Ti sparano I cocktail, John Waine!
Devi scrivere testi nuovi testi nuovi
Ma quando li scrivi
à la grosse pelle
J'suis musulman je chante pas l'gospel, ça va péter comme un slave cocktail
Hein, négro ça manie ça, un prod, assassinat
L'argent,
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