Testi:
Escaping English

there I am Run to your backyard hmm there I am Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram That's why you hate me, you can't escape me You can't even erase

satanas nos hace ricos en poco tiempo Portate mal, mata tu familia Nadie se escapa de ese peligro Lo que satanas da, te puerde quitar En un momento, muerte a sangre fria [English

It's just pain, pain. It's just pain, and It's apart of the game [Chamillionaire:] The industry is a robber My mental be really bothered Not talking to any callers Escape

hold her tight. I must go on, I must keep trying. To the harbour is where I plan to go, to escape the land I love so dear. The English are the rulers

light now She got to turn up all her roots now She got to turn up for the boots now She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer

a family tree You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur Until the light of youth became obscured And left you on your own and in the shade An English

at home with mom and pop Shop at Old Navy and Payless I'm just tryna be honest that why I say this Hopefully radio plays this I doubt it though Yo pass that Olde English

dummy Niggas that wanna hate better get away from me [Hell Razah:] Kick a verse in the booth you could take to a jeweler Feeling like Scarface on his escape

More than intricate plots Plus lock logic and simplicity Hot intensity Mentioned previously Back issues, my black tissue Bathes my essence in sinew Relinquish all belts and championship titles Proper and broken English