in the urn light as a feather If my hands weren't shaky I'd glue you back together This watering hole was our favorite stop So I'll take off the lid and pour a drink
ترجمة: خلاف. ويشرب بالموقع.
m snatchin' ya peeps It's on, nigga, whoever get hit first, is gonna kiss dirt My soldiers, cold blooded, vultures Cold flooded, on streets, we control hundreds I drink
you're on a negative vibe, then rob me Brooklyn Zu, we float through like foreign currency [Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz] Sixteen kings, international Going against the odds
the valley of the shadow of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together Because
understand our pain You know maybe not too perfect, you know Somebody that hurt like we hurt Somebody that smoke like we smoke Drink like we drink That
water they drink Why else would a woman wanna treat a man so bad It must be somethin' in the water they drink It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Jones, a silent death Religious sects and promised lands Are you ready for the gods? Martyrs, killers holding hands Do not fight the odds The dying angel said drink
he's creeping, no bullshit So hit the joint, hold it in and pass it to the left Make a phony fool feel like it's his last breath Fast death when you
lab explode An' you get stabbed with all the flyin' glass Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts Trained in chemical weapons class Just to see how long a nigga's breath?ll last
D.A tryna wrap me in the charge But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage Now me rapping what's the odds? We the last crew standing diplomats
takes, Diff'rent strokes to move the world, Brian Yes it does. Stewie It takes, Diff'rent strokes to move the world! (Spoken) Hey, hey, why the frown Brian? Brian Oh, I finished my drink
get in, you see The next day I might lose my memory (finesse, remember last night's action? ) I don't know nothing and ain't nothing happened (but last
round begins A couple grains of powder, a couple grams of lead A touch against the trigger, a touch inside the head Take another drink and raise the last bets Think about my last
on the guest list He get to the back of the fuckin' line And you know another motherfuckin' thing? I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink In this
'm all alone I be thinking I'm against all odds Praying that God will show me the evens But I'm sick of being poor through the season Smoking dro through the drinking
me in the charge (Uptown) But I just bought some V's and a pack in my garage (Ballinnn!) Now... me rapping what's the odds? (whats the odds?) We the last
to God Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog Afford your cars, Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy Blowin' the stinky, drink with me
