mere soul Made to be broken You will never foresee Made to be broken You're never gonna be Made to be broken Like the broken glass of your soul Made to be broken
mere soul Made to be broken - you will never foresee Made to be broken - you're never gonna be Made to be broken - like he broken glass of your soul Made to be broken
Tercüme: Imha. Kırık To Be Made.
The range, be changed when I entered a stage of furious rage when I had this madness badness, you felt sadness Raps are brave and outrageous; all those chicken rhymes you written should be
beautiful yours, a beautiful mine Something outa nothing Oh, what a far cry More than a hard tribe Pointed out the start guide Made love, made hate
with the high-tech mic check The buttons that flashed, I pushed for absolute destruction Your structure is lifted from the ground The foundation mound is broke
Born and raised to be a villain on these Kansas City Streets Best retreat when you hear my Dawgs barkin Snarlin' got that blood boilin' Midwest side carved in hangin' out the chevy now we blastin' and laughin' Made
huff and puff. The big daddy got more than enough good stuff, 'cause I'm just like secret when it comes to trimin'. Strong enough for a man but made for
be rainin' in your bed but you've got a place to lay your head down you're a man not a shell made of crystal you could be broken in pieces but you mend
bent on self destruction America is the place where the kids got their wills broken into and broken in two America is the place where the kids got broken
me your trust, I wouldn't of broken it, I shoulda helped you out, back in 97', Shit I wouldn't of let u go I woulda made your life heaven I woulda hushed
shit in no history book, You ready to rap motherfucker, You ready to sell your soul, Ha,ha,ha,ha, The rap game motherfucker... Verse 1 I'm like this rufted nigga, you made
a world made of windows and mirrors Visits safeguards cover crystallized tears In and out different images same fear One day it's going to shatter and I'll be
making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them
life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so
[Verse 1] Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done I leave you full of clips like the moon
phone Warnin' sign to let you know, I'm comin' so you better be gone Werther ya run, I be stoppin' ya, with the 29s I be poppin' ya Witness a nigga
