Слова:
The National Pay For Me

across the sea. Lay me down business class Headphones and a sleeping mask. She's gonna pay for me She's gonna pay for me. Brother, I wish you were home Just tell me

the sea. lay me down business class headphones and a sleeping mask. she's gonna pay for me she's gonna pay for me. brother, i wish you were home just tell me

of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul For

Not enough money for The young, the old and the poor But for war there is always more When will there be a time to love We make time for paying taxes

? How many niggas for real? Like Mary Louelle as long as I live Forty five strategized like, oh dow Niggas can blast at me, bitches can pass me Fuck,

they sure they fryin' us, but I buck, sometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off late at night. So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em? Then gotta

that the ancestors brought us Thought of things to say to become the end thing for the day Somehow, that didn't seem the way for me to make it Music

, come here baby Hope you still like me, n****** pay me My persuasion can build a nation Endless power, our love we can devour You'll do anything for me

gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation De funk the pistol that you pay for This punk the feeling that you stay for