beat of my heart Dictate the speed of the beat of my heart Dictate the speed of the beat of my heart Dictate the speed of the beat of my heart Dictate
Traduzione: Cavallo. The Speed \u200b\u200bOf The Beat Of My Heart.
knock knock, come in come in! Knock knock knock knock, come in!! Who's at my door? (I don't know but let him in) [MC Serch] Come in, to my cribbo, no
even look hard You better drop your flag and withdraw My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors And smash y'all. Attach y'all to the back of my horse
the sandman, sucker . . . because it's over My name is Eric Sermon and I'm back again I see the head's still turnin' of my so-called friends They smile in my face -- behind my
it's over My name is Erick Sermon and I'm back again I see the heads still turnin and my so-called friends They smile in my face -- behind my back they
suck my dick I'm back! Fuck that shit! Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e'rything, son I'ma prove this shit, right here Me and my nigga - what
told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick [horses neighing] What now, nigga? Look at ya
a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for Puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the pink flamingo Callin' up MC from a cuatro cinco The set up, tryin' on my
nervous condition, like snap, she snap back, then smack My reaction, Iron Horse Outlaws On the world tour, with nothin' less than the boss My life, you
Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a Cuatro Cinco The set up, tryin' on my
with them, now is a completed mission And I could give a fuck about who on television if it ain't my team Give a fuck how much you spendin if it ain't my
To the beat ya'll, it's unique ya'll A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter I push a tractor, for horses
suck my dick. I'm back! fuck that shit! Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e'rything, son. I'ma prove this shit, right here. Me and my nigga. what
s told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing* What now, nigga? look at
You never hear that we buckle Beef? we chuckle Scuffle over a game of pinochle Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double Unless you want trouble
watch my face wrinkle Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six more birthdays And I'm blowin my brains out when I'm thirty As long as my heart beats i'ma keep tryin
