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Traduzione: No Authority. No Secrets-Kids in America.
Traduzione: No Secrets. Kids In America.
Traduzione: Colonne sonore (altre tracce) colonna sonora. Kids In America [No Secrets].
t wanna miss a thing I wanna have a couple kids I wanna join a country club I wanna live just like a queen I'm miss america I wanna bake a casseroll
lies, they frontin Think about the money that they spendin on the war People still sick, and it's people still poor Hungry little kids bein locked outdoor America
lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
over the line? When I inspired Hova and Nas Recite 33 3's 33 times For 24 hours, 21 thousand Nautical miles Don't be upset with Canibus yet, the kids
than these. cause, There's no America in Heaven. If God's got bombs we better not upset him. I've heard the freedom cries from high upon the throne They send our kids
ve trained an army for my kids to fight one day We'll teach them all of our secrets and then we'll walk away We're knee-deep in guerillas, yeah the party
(feat. Hell Razah, Killah Priest) [Killah Priest] Yo, there's still time As the door close, the cold wind blows Down America like the Wall of Jericho
It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion I don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrong Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids
The Aryans and all of the nefarious amulet wearin Libertarians is scared to death tearin the hair again American marriages wearin thin as parents prepare to carefully bury their cherished kids
gotta go create their own job Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved Imagine your kids gotta
drive, jelly beans GMT peyote, I know you feel me P's song is a natural tripping me My rhymes is so vivid, you start to see things Way different, America