know we'll make it, make it through the storm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [x2] (We're gonna make it, we got 2 make it) (We're gonna make it) [repeats in BG] Make it through the storm
Traduzione: Prince. Make It Through The Storm.
we'll make it, make it through the storm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [x2] (We're gonna make it, we got 2 make it) (We're gonna make it) [repeats in BG] Make it through the storm
y'all, book my first world tour LP's in the store, I spit it if you want it raw [scratching of] (You better recognize who you're talking to) [Prince
wax, sell it in the store The DJ's screamin kick it out on the dancefloor Comin through the speaker to shake your eardrum Braincells get with it make
If you could be fed through His life If your heart would bleed Whatever choice you make I remain Meet me at the feet of the Prince of Peace I have nothing
50 And they'll tell you I'm through when I spit it It's still in here doing it, you can't fuck with it And I'ma hit it in the chest with the nina Reping
your loyalty, obvious you've been ignoring me Who else ya seen make it through the storm, unharmed this charming While all the critics was looking for prince
of your hometown favorites My boy Cilvaringz, doing big things upon this We gon' make it pop like this Ya'll wanna see what time it izzy Man, this is
it hard, putting feelings into words, another chapter remains unwrote They say, we are standing firmly in the rain, simply waiting for it to stop They
give 'em another example [Prince:] awright give me a scratch let's make it funky right here I got a ring on my phone May 5th last year it was my girlfriend
in the face and said Prince you're suspended I said your tripping it's just a bad habit she put it in my face she must've wanted me to grab it I pleaded
wreaked of chitlins All I know is his breath did pound Buddy forget it, just write it down No fingerprints no clues The only witness was the bad breath dude It
it's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto! [Verse - Fabolous
swearin Punk walk by laughin at what I was wearin Prince born walkin around with silver spoons in his mouth My brother shoved it so far down the kid shit it
he learn Caught somethin on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn" Plus he already got three chil'run Arguin over babysitters like, "Bitch - it's yo' turn!" Damn 'Ye, it