Traduzione: Vangelo Kids. Non parlare di me.
of the Outlawz) Intro: 2Pac Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that
t handle the truth." Nah the bad news is; while the gospel's an offense lack of clarity and substance just adds to it So leave out the trivial tricks Moms and kids
twist Hip-Hop around- really it's obvious Got to be gospel, can't say, "Really it's positive" The rugged cross is the object that we've got to lob to kids
nasenbrecher ghetto gospel hardcore ghetto rap ihr fotzen Black der boos vom block ich hol nonstop gesocks von west nach osten Macbook pro ipod funf kids
a thing to eat JC and his apostles loved to chief They roamed around the land and tried to teach Preached about the gospel and THC Now all the little kids
scene and then they turn into sinners Yes they say they're a born again christian read a bible but they're really on a mission That's hostile so sing your gospel
the cost the true God the Father brought us back He devised the plan that His Son would bridge the gap between God and man How else could the Gospel be
it) Yea [Verse I: Da' TRUTH] We do missions for Christ Jesus And we don't need to rock suits, cause we can preach the Gospel in our wife beaters White
gospel or a desperate Romeo There's a famous liar saying where the rest can go I love your whole idea Of harmony and bliss and little virgin kids
[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin
eat a motherfuckin' dick Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin' cocks per second I'd rather put out a motherfucking gospel record I'd rather
of my life. Did you hear the '59 Sound coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel
ass I keep one eye open like a sailor watchin' these kids so I don't feel a failure you heard Mahalia's voice, here's the choice Black suits and gospel
x2] [hook] [T-Mo] T-Mo cuts the record down to the bone And now we back rapping on the microphone I say signing autographs for little kids delight me
hey baby hey baby hey My heart was torn I'd made up my mind I'd keep to myself and just be kind And need nothing Just need nothing Love my folks my kids
off them silly chains, put back on your wire I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane Let each coast bang, let west coast bang And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
silly chains, put back on your wire I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane Let east coast bang, let west coast bang And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
