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Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Burnin |
| The world keeps burnin my niggas |
| It’s H.O.G. M.O.B. man, yea |
| Open ya eyes nigga |
| It’s going down out here boy |
| Gazing through the space in the sky |
| Thinkin they will never take me alive |
| Gazing through the space in the sky |
| Thinkin they will never take me alive |
| Gazing through the space in the sky |
| Thinkin they will never take me alive |
| I’m off the burner like a pot of grits |
| 80's baby laying lazy in a drop of beritz |
| Handle like stoackvich more cheese need a lot of ritz |
| So greasy like a teenage breezy with a lot of zits |
| Why that drips from my lips when I’m plotting licks |
| I got an itch eyes of apocalypse |
| Speed low the six shooter with the hollow tips |
| No trace mask on the face and some doctor mitts |
| Don’t hate the raiders we just products of the hate they gave us |
| We just pop’em we don’t make the cadence |
| Tell me what will it take to save us |
| When all we every loved was the base that made us |
| They say embrace the savior become great debaters |
| Prostitutes, thugs, and base heads raised us |
| Yea, they’ll never offer me a remedy |
| I’m too busy pissin on the coffin’s of my enemy |
| Gazing through the space in the sky |
| Thinkin they will never take me alive |
| Gazing through the space in the sky |
| Thinkin they will never take me alive |
| Gazing through the space in the sky |
| Thinkin they will never take me alive |
| Lord I know I’m supposed to preach am I wrong? |
| All I think about is murder word further than the reach of my chrome |
| I’m trying to be meek and keep seeking your throne |
| But the street beef keeps beep beeping my phone |
| Does it get better than the evil I’ve known? |
| I know the Devil will never leave me alone, Listen |
| Sometimes being a Christian is so hard for me to deal with |
| Maybe I’m tripping Lord so just pardon me a little bit |
| My little brother just told me he going back to the pen |
| I know what consoles me I’m going back to the Gin |
| My prayers echo off my soul and my future is indefinite |
| I’m stressing off of dough, heard you got blessings |
| Can you spare a bit for Sevin I won’t bury them |
| I’ll share them with the brethren I’m a felon |
| And they telling me I’ll never get to bailing with the reverend |
| But it’s evident I’m down to go to Hell to get to Heaven |
| So tell me is it something worth fighting for |
| I’m used to Hell but that don’t mean I got to like it Lord |
| And I’m just speaking my heart |
| Don’t ever let me be the reason that’ll keep us apart |
| Gazing through the space in the sky |
| Thinkin they will never take me alive |
| Gazing through the space in the sky |
| Thinkin they will never take me alive |
| Gazing through the space in the sky |
| Thinkin they will never take me alive |