I want touching and kissing You'll know when its real when I wake you say oh That feel good you know how you can tell when its real Sexual healing its
do something real to you Like a real brother is suppose to do Tell me how you feel baby I'll give you something real baby I just wanna do something real
want touching and kissing You'll know when its real when I wake you say oh That feel good you know how you can tell when its real Sexual healing its
something real to you Like a real brother is suppose to do Tell me how you feel baby I'll give you something real baby I just wanna do something real
Traduzione: Truth Hurts. Real.
Traduzione: Truth Hurts. Qualcosa di reale.
Mirame no tengo miedo de ti se que vas a pensar, se que vas a decir que como me atrevo a dejarte, pero me voy, y con alguien mejor el que me da su amor
white ain't the real fight That's the only thing the media hypes The real fight are these major corporations Holding back on real education Before you
offer from the gutter SHOT was my girlfriend When We was younger Her I was scarred yo Bullets I survived though Death It's came easy Truth the games
aint never, goin nowhere Listen to me Last night I allmost cried when you told me That you think you love me more than I love you Sometimes it hurts
what was goin' on So just STOP ... all this disrespect 'Cause now is the time for me to put you in check They say the truth hurts, but don't get mad at
ghetto, to get us through Somebody that understand our pain You know maybe not too perfect, you know Somebody that hurt like we hurt Somebody that smoke
You know what type of s**t we be Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain You want that hip-hop real It's that hip-hop that's real Hold it down, hold
get the gas smack cracks out my gun ball Holes in your body and blood all over your clothes Cause money makes Earth what it's working hurt Doing dirt
I had a curfew (Do you know what time it is? Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you!) "Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better
if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts And
