Listen You aint gotta cry no more, I said you aint gotta cry no more Black child Listen We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all Devil man Listen
Traducción: Estilos. Ouça.
Listen to what the flower people say Listen, it's getting louder every day Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue Listen, it could be calling now for
I got a letter this morning What do you reckon it read? It said the gal you love is dead I got a letter this morning What do you reckon it read? Said
stay your ass home, you and your chaperone Things done changed, but we continue to reign as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still listen
?em off something, proffer something Ok, woo They call me Diddy DJ Felli Fel Testing 1, 2, 3 Testing 1, 2, 3 Check this out, listen to me, listen Life
can take off tomorrow Tonight we rollin' five star It's all on you girl What it do girl Baby make a choice You can hear it in my voice I'm so sincere, listen
I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile Ugh, niggas on the D-l casin' me out Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the tools When they come they gots
sale Some a sell coke but the music we a sell We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell While other lyrics are full of our style we fill up our
Yeah, This is Ice-T You've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly Sin To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap And I'm very proud to have been
only like my shit hardcore Aiyyo, my style be official, I bust like a pistol Criminal the issue, mad shit the nigga been through Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen
like my shit hardcore (Bazaro) Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol Criminal - the issue, mad shit the nigga been through Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen
Original gangster Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin
a bitch kneel, Evil E the gray steel Shows, ho's, junior pimp sweat out, punk So I can give your bitch the Evil E jump I love you honey, sure, listen up, listen
like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild Tone down your style The radio jocks are all
out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles
? Where's my record? Where's my record? [ Divine Styler ] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out [ Donald D ] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style
