you of your life Undead horror alive Pulling the trigger inside Out for blood, out for blood I want blood, I want you Out for blood, out for blood I want blood
Переклад: Корона. Out For Blood.
Out for blood - Out for blood We prowl the streets at night Blood hot - Heart cold In the shadows we await To feast upon your soul Out for blood - Out for blood
prom prom) My swaggers is nice, ward is bond She might not know my name but she know my song "really Raw', Tyga dog tiger blood i eat your heart out (out out out
, baby, up for the crown, baby We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby Yo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked For
Brown of the fucking hood Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines} {Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth Theres no more room for jealousy, we
manymanymany I used to be underrated Now I take iron, makes my s*** constipated I'm more concentrated So on my day off With David Sonnenberg I play golf Run through Crown Heights screaming out
it stretched not yielding to the confines of the smallish room. For it pierced an open circle and vanished deep into the murky night that had its crown
to ride or die for every nigga I fool with this O.G nigga show me loved but never let me in his house or intoduced me to his blood... I asked him why
's Hamburger Hill for real It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it We move gambit, through the overcrowded Forthwith, pull out
on the block would call ill? Never catch me at the ball out spot with small bills Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways When I spit niggaz cough up blood for
that Like this, like this, like that, like that, like that Who run these streets? Love thug beats? Ruff spoken, guns speak, blood leak Lug heat for
game, leave the stadium for in stores Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out Shirt be poked out with the slums knows eight Six to jump out, you
Where I'm from, just them niggaz who bounce from a gun We out here trying to make hard white into cold green I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen
aint easy growing up in california belive me,drive by hit connas aint easy,light it up for 2pac and easy,gotta show them we aint playing believe me,crowing
of my Flipmode family ties Me and my niggaz be comin' through stalkin' you out Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about See you in the club, now we walkin' you out
screaming out my rage Father! guide my hands through the battle fields My sons follow me now is the time to fight I'll show you a way stained of blood
and burn its audio Music for your convertible, music for burnin cardio! Don't use it for burners - they'll find me in your stereo and blame me for the
