is here just bundle up my coffin 'Cause it's cold way down there I hear that it's cold way down there Yeah, crazy cold way down there And when I die, and when I
Traduzione: Blood Sweat \u0026amp; Tears. And When I Die.
Traduzione: Blood Sweat \u0026amp; Tears. Questo è quando penso a Voi.
the grind, with blood sweat and tears [Mr. 3-2:] What's happening out here, too much capping out here I ain't having this here It's just me my fifty caliber, and
I need you to pray for me (and) I need you to care for me (and) I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've
sneer And giving blood, sweat, and tears in exchange for cold sweat and fears is only equal to a tickled throat for so long So the songs lose excitement and
all the music that I be mixing It could be hip-hop Or r&b Yeah i can rap and I can sing Got any questions Go ahead and give me a ring I can make a beat
Street The King, but I don't dream I decree things I'm Supreme and My shekinah beams Out the whirlwind I'm vexed so I jet through the porthole Of time and
I will strike down with great vengeance and furious anger. Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you walk free blood on your hands
the knife back The flood of warm blood then his body relaxed Cause when a killer kills a killer and reality's disrupted The victim's not a victim and
and westin' was hood I'm grown, now I gotta start protecting my goods I gotta start protecting every one of my kids I gotta start protecting everything I
call the cops and get a restraining order As much as I hate myself, I hate you more But I still smile when you come through that door And as much as I
screamin' out wepa that attitude I love it.. Forget what they say you with Max Agende You know I got the works, quitana and presidentes No rules, just me and my crew.. Tahoes and
won their hearts How can we begin to Appreciate the work that you've put into Your calling through the years The blood, the sweat and tears, the Late
I see it in my sight to clock a million after taxes And I know I'm bout to have it cause I know I deserve Cause I could get you with the bullets but I
(Here I Go) I Ain?t Dead?.. I?m Right Here In Ya Face Baby Boy (Here I Go) I Ain?t Never Scared (I Ain?t Never Dead) I Ain?t Hiding?..I?m Riding [ Verse
a foster home and these rhymes are orphans [Chorus] x2 This is hip-hip, a sick man's medicine This blood, sweat, tears n lovin' adrenalin And it just (And
Cheers, And The Boo And The Beers, Was Just A Kid On The Bus, Headphones Glued To His Hears, We Just Cruise To The Years, To Sewer The Tears, The Blood... And Sweat