Gave me your heart, I won't break it I believe that we can make it You gave me your heart, I'll always be true, whoa Gave me your heart, I won't break
Oversettelse: Slaughter. Gave Me Your Heart.
a move on your mom's crib Think we got knives an' guns? We got bombs, kid Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots Throw you in the Syndicate cellar an' let your
, let's start the bidding at a tragic death Who knows what's finna happen next? Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touching the rest The heart
keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, make your trunk wave keep your corner paid, make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave, me and
I don't need it Shit I got problems, can you help me out? Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear me Fear me not, I'm just another average
man but then a nigga really got to thinkin I gave 'em 25 Thou of mine Q gave 'em 50 for no damn reason So the pub I gave you for 25 100 G's I say we
Well you gave me words of wisdom on that starry summer night, When you said you had another, when you said he held you tight. But I didn?t let you know
the heart of the deranged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot survive mind wash slaughtered by Austria's offers, caught your
fedy keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave me
To Slaughter Overwhelming Sound Swaying Breaking Sound Wailing Pounding Sound Cracking Crumbling Sound Thought I Could Lose The Thought That Brought Me To The Thought That Brought Me
never guess about the remedy me give dem just right Shoot them on site! When dem ask the question, who made you famous? Who gave you martyrdom because
bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life
tried to brainwash me with the curriculum in high school I never let them fools play me C.O.B. I got a religious career, it's the Van Gogh flow nigga lend me your
three ways to sack a Quarterback I slaughter wack MC's with ease These nuts what you get and a busted lip What you have when you come at me with buster
An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din He lifted up my head An' he plugged me where I bled An' he gave me half
my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me And the empty man you left behind It's a broken heart that dreams, it's a broken heart you left me Only
chamber where a blinding blue spark gave evidence of their demise. With each burst Eriel's heavy heart ached with guilt for his part in this slaughter
