Wing' this time I will take my time this time I'm gonna make a rhyme this time I will make a rhyme this time I'm gonna take my time this time
ترجمه: بایگانی بخش شعر این زمان. دروغ سنج.
ترجمه: بایگانی بخش شعر این زمان. پاشنه.
ترجمه: بایگانی بخش شعر این زمان. مراقب باشید از ما.
ترجمه: Jarreau ، آل. بایگانی بخش شعر این زمان.
high it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go it's time to go, go [Verse 2] i don't give a fuck about anything, that you're
I just can't! But on another note, this ain't just another note This is more than a rap - this is more of an oath And I know you're wondering what this
-ssy juicy I never give a f-ck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You n-ggas aint eatin
these walls are closin' in This roof is cavin' in Uh, it's time to raise it, then Your tasin' them with like pages in My book of rhymes got 'em cookin' Boy, this
time I get rich off livin' life, check to check, reciting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in this
This is the last time, you say After the last you line you break It's not even a holiday Nothing to celebrate You give a hundred reasons why And say
'm droppin' hits daily, you burn me, really? Think Bad Boy been played a million times An' I don't care if niggas write a billion rhymes Damn, we still
owed them cats a lot of money Funny how it's a small world, baby girl You'se about to get, fucked with no jail I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish
alley saw a man in a Land Cruiser In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger Heard shots from a steel bruiser Teflon in the seat took a pale
chocolate tone and Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes The cars and the chedda is mine We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus Spit that mack-a
for the other side, f**k them tricks (f**k them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
and break my empire I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating Giving them the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A
