segunda-feira, maio 08, 2017

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Sou uma força da natureza, não tentes destruir - me...

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  1. É isto.
    As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
    I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left
    ‘Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long
    That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone
    But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
    Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
    You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin'
    Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
    I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
    As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
    Fool, I'm the kinda G that little homies wanna be like
    On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the street light

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