Like you burn You don't know you can't see You can't feel you can't speak You can't hear you don't know You can't see you can't feel You can't speak
Превод: Амин. Like You Burn.
Amen (Yeah) Amen (Feels good) Amen Amen (Guess I'm lucky) Amen (Some of us don't get a second chance) Amen (But I ain't blowing this one) Amen (Nah
hands And sprinkle it like diamonds All across these lands Blaze it in the morning Wear it like an iron skin Only things worth living for are Innocence and magic, amen
cares if you just throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like
one Murder them mo Make me push this panic button nigga We moving like the Panthers in the sixties Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited You wit' me, nigga, you
hallelujah moment when you know it You just know it And from the bottom of my soul I know that's right It's that hallelujah moment When you know it, you
up for me fam. *Verse 1* [Kyze] When i catch you in the ends im gonna rip you up, when i catch you in the dance im gonna kick you up, When i run up
'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch So you'll make a switch on how you're
burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch So you'll make a switch on how you're gang
: Amen, amen if you've felt the struggles, say ... ... amen, amen, amen pray, say ... ... amen, amen if you rollin?with god, say ... ... amen, amen, amen
burned down to the ground Oh yeah Well, the bullets are flying But the chicken is frying all around, amen And I'm out in my Malibu I feel like the baddest
that they infected her She said, the sun was gonna burn and blister My blood, Godspeed, God love her Farewell, honey, yeah No, morning sun'll move her No, help in amen
singin' At the top of a dove white staircase And I say heartache can burn you down like hell Leave you beggin', "Baby, please don't go" 'Til you're
Yea... Yea Yes Ima call this here... real rap Cause this rap is real... ya know? I hope you ain't too tired to cry, And I hope you know you ain
you, I had to burn it out with a lighter, you know, she...oh...she's like, "You're singeing my beard! You're singeing my beard!" You know? I tell you
