make me live You make me die You make me laugh You make me cry for you / You make me cry for you I hate you Then I love you Then I love you Then I hate
just a bunch of louts They hate punk rock They hate punk rock Think we've got nothing to say Gonna change the world one day They hate punk rock They hate
confusion Are there illusions? .... Hate THE DICE WON'T LOSE They've everything to gain Devout prepare The stones along my grave People crying, People crying My confusion Are there illusions? .... Hate
make me live You make me die You make me laugh You make me cry for you You make me cry for you I hate you Then I love you Then I love you Then I hate
Are there illusions? Hate The dice won't lose They've everything to gain Devout prepare The stones along my grave People crying, people crying My confusion Are there illusions? Hate
Traduzione: DC Talk. Odio 3 57.
Traduzione: Talk Talk. Odio.
Traduzione: Talk Talk. Hate (3 57).
makin wishes But I ain't sparin them bitches I let my gun talk Let it talk, nigga Let it, let it, let it, let it I let my gun talk [x2] [CHORUS x2:
m about to drop some funky lyrics on this track I made up, you know what I'm saying, huh, yea and you don't stop, yo My name is D-Nice although I hate
[Talking: Tupac] Because I can't always be in the Bay And I know how the Bay is the Bay is the side people man if you ain't there they goin talk about
motion I cause commotion And i probably need some lotion But i don't get fucked [CHORUS] [G Dep: sung] I am (a ghetto nigga) A ghetto nigga you can tell in a talk
you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff. Talk about
draws Man you challenged my dignity when you thought about killin' me Fucked me up mentally and sent me on a killin' spree I hate it and love it, you
Quit gassing em up, who his ass ain't tough [H.A.W.K.:] The streets out there that's talking shit, niggaz out there that's riding dick Talking down on
If it's war that you want, then it's war that you'll get Talk shit you hit, and get your wig split I hate to admit, you just a hypocrite A slick son of