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Traduzione: Il Mr. T Experience. Io sono contrario.
While I'm writing, tears soaking the page, I'm so in the rage I'm so in a daze, I'm still in denile I'm blowing my haze, I can't get no higher, I'm going
running but you don't know what i'm running from my own weakness come on i've got to speak this truth When I'm losin my direction i run that self-inspection I
why it. s so damn easycan. t understand why it. s so fuckin easySo how you like it like it now you can. t understand why it. s so damn easycan. t understand why it
this dunn Look I'm never shook down even when, I was on the run I'M A REBEL! I love REBEL PEOPLE! You're not equal, you damn creep you I, wake up in the
I'm playin both sides of the fence I spoke in my defense, I stay wit low eyes when I'm bent Yo when, I say N-E I mean Northeast too Bronx county, Trump
Hah, you got experience? [Chorus] [Bobbito Garcia] Yo yo yo It's Hand Solo, one time again I'm no jerk my friends, just for dick again and again I put
I'm all about winning But if I were to lose, I wouldn't be upset Cause I'm not a gambler, I don't bet I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
I told you that I can handle it But damn it, I'll be damned if I'm gone let it handle me I tell y'all what, I stay high, cause it keeps me from spilling
't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew Maybe it's food For the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you To just cherish But I'm debated disputed
a motherfucking murderer on this microphone I ain't gone die no hoe BOY, I'm out the N.O I'm a 5-0-4 BOY, you a fucking fool I'M A 5-0-4 BOY, No Limit
and Lord I need ya I'm runnin around the struggle, runnin around the crib We ain't gettin robbed again, we ain't gettin robbed again Paperwork's an issue
track, I'm crushin' 'em, back door, I'm rushin' it Flip rhymes, complete with it, hit dimes, I'm sick with it Grit nines, I'm spittin' it, ass hard,
least I'm honest about it. I've got diamonds in my eyes but I'm looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a
moon consume Exceed the limit, forget it the man don't wanna hear it He says, "Let's go" but I'm late I gotta rock a show, I'm gone Play me a so long