Gaza Strip to Detroit, say hip-hop only destroy Tell em’ look at me, boy! I hope your son don’t have a gun and that would be a D-boy Alright, already the show goes on Alright, till the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remembe...
People look at me like I'm a monster Now they're screamin' at the palace's front gates Used to chant my name Now they're screaming that they hate me Never wanted you to hate me My castle's crumbling down And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground And you don't want to know...
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Mírelas y dígame si hay una sola que no seade puño y letra desu hermano. Look at them and tell me if oneofthem isn’t yourbrother’s handwriting.” Literature El elemento más importante de ese «presupuesto» era una cartade puño y letra deHannibal. ...
“I can only make out partial words, but the writing has that rounded look of a female hand. Literature Tenía la sensación de que empezaba a reconocerle la letra a ese asesino. He had a feeling he was starting to recognize the killer’s handwriting. Literature Las medidas e ini...
Everybody always look at me I pull up, negro el Porsche (Skrrt) Tu shorty me mira of course (Of course; huh) Negra Supreme las Force (Ajá) Formula 1, la pista e' mi course Gucci Louis es la purse (Huh) I might just pop me a Perc (A Perc), huh ...
Me la paso pensando en tu cuerpo en tu forma de ser Otra vez te soñé (Te soñé), yeh-eh Ayer te soñé en mi cama, te pienso de madrugada (-gada) Pienso en cómo te daba (Daba), pienso en cómo me olvidabas Ayer te soñé en mi cama (Yeh-eh), te pienso de madrugad...
Two time, baby tell me ya love me Cause I’ve been drinking too much, thinking too much We ain’t been keeping in touch Fell into lust, where is the love? My independency got tendencies of lack of trust I look at the street corners as my new woman ...
You had to write a diss to acknowledge me,I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you,You're not even as tall as me,5'8" and I'm 6'4",Seven punches hold your head still,Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill,You were named after a candy,I was named...
Look at me And what do you see Intelligence beyond compare But inside I am stirring Something strange is occuring It's a secret I need to share [Brainiacs:] Open up, dig way down deep [Martha Cox (spoken):] Hip hop is my passion! I love to pop and lock and jam and break!