ترجمه: امینم. سلام مریم 2003 (جعفر قانون Diss) (feat. 50 سنت ، ایمیل).
ترجمه: امینم. سلام مری اف 50 سنت و متن نظر (قتل شرکت D.
ترجمه: 50 سنت. سلام مری (RMX Eminem به ایمیل).
be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio gettin' blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Ay yo, I been
phone call Help me ma, I'll take a shot at any one of y'alls We some gangstas, study the "Ten Crack Commandments" Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary",
Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils You think of death but the life seem scary I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary I ain't chillin
here nigga, it's here [Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a .12 gauge shot it (feel me) [2x] (HAIL MARY
man, D Wade, still gets paid And in the off-season we vacate in the shade So all hail the Mary, crack the Moet Blast the boom box, then act like George
the floor and four in the air on that one, didn't we? Goodness gracious. 'Bout ta bust my shocks. [Back to our regularly-scheduled rhyming. Add the
take a shot at any one of y'all Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone call We some gangstas study the ten crack commandments Stay big worship Hail Mary
I take totes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in choke Gun smoke gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor The rap slayer the hooker layer Muthafucka say your prayers (Hail Mary
Cause when the judge gave you ya sentence, he didn't say life Will I see you again, I know the thought is scary The Obituary cemetery, and then you buried hail Mary
rockin' a stained robe My names gold, voice platinum my frame glow My shoebox got Tupac and Pun in it I rock "Hail Mary" spittin' 'til the nuns get it
my dogs mothafuckas now It'll be the realist shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin blow to the truest shit i ever spoke??? [Busta Rhymes
patterns scheme plans for any man who think He know the time and his rhyme don't stink We be the ultimate (Ultimate what?) Plus Lyrical performance making sense a must Bust
' bitches like Tom Cruise. And my main man, D-Wade, still gets paid. And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade. So all hail the Mary, crack the Moet
the posture. Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils. You think of death but the life seem scary. I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary I
