cradled in the arms of a dream, i sit on my bed and sing. tonight has given a new soul to the grave. i've screamed and crowed, but it won't let go.
Vertaling: Een soort Spitting. 26 wordt binnenkort.
cradled in the arms of a dream, i sit on my bed and sing. tonight has given a new soul to the grave. i've screamed and crowed, but it won't let go. what
simple you don't want none of me, kind of Tuck you ain't me You can't bite no mics like me, fa sho can't box like me War we done been in a few, who knew
Let me dry you of wit some of this fire I spit 26 years old nigga look how I spit A microphone fiend since I was like fourteen My Cuban uncle used to
that scene who did that crime to that boy walk in on that red carpet ain't the kind the stars be walking on chalk is shown (is that right) outline
