I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read? It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead." I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you
I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read? It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead" I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon
Oversettelse: Son House. Death Letter.
you're gonna tell that the war is won and what's done is done, an all-good _Son of a Bush_ I've been there before, "got a letter from government" Slid
s house On some pety crime shit, boy, we was not playin' On occasion, I still check ya, brotha 'til the end Black and bone crazy ass Reading ya letters
of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house This your land, your only son done became
bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor What you comin' here for, son, you know the law Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse Lift
You lied to me... [Fred Casely] That's right, sweetheart. That's right. [Roxie Hart] You son of a bitch... (shoot) Son of a bitch! You son of a bitch
ass, keep your eyes on the floor What you comin here for, son you know the law Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse Lift up your skirt
clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [G. Luciano] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house
but I still gotta be certain. I heard they shotting work in the crack house in the block, The flat, without the curtain. Can we go hurt them? Firebomb the letter
me a woman, you get you another man I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read? "Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead" I got a letter
been going on since you been gone I just thought it was time for me to sit down and write you a letter You know what I am sayin, a letter from the heart
keep your eyes on the floor What you comin here for, son you know the law Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse Lift up your skirt and
of places. And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house. This your land. Your only son done became
nigga's house on some pety crime shit, boy we was not playin' on occassion, I still check ya, brotha 'tll the end Black, and bone crazy ass reading ya letters
