Tercüme: Kanama Alarm. Giriş.
're screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seeing "Daddy it's me, help mommy, her ****** are bleeding
've been meant to be jacked 'Cause here comes me hostage Up outta the door with a pump to her temple Should've seen her tremble, push any alarms And
from sure Ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with If they human, then they ain't shit, we can't control And if they bleed and they need oxygen to breathe
Too alarming now, to talk about Take your pictures down, and shake it out Truth or consequence, say it aloud Use that evidence, race it around There
touching An old man in a fast food crowd Oh yeah, I dreamt a ship was sinkin' There was people screamin' all around And I woke to my alarm clock It was
'll be around as long as you let me get to you Long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm Get scared little pissants
'em say please In the back, on the block so the cops they freeze And I'm so high, think I got a nose bleed, You gotta nose bleed? Don't it smell so sweet
of course you know I had my fingers crossed Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein' scared of a nigga That breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed
last of me But I'm bleeding rapidly Shot up in the stomach and that wasn't how it had to be Heartbeat failin, car alarm wailin Couldn't walk straight
And there is gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with Money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas On the floor bleeding
y'all Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on Bleed on, exceed on! Weak
he was trying to reload He beat them up to Eastland street on feet Now, he's probably reloaded and running down my street Better turn the alarm on and
know and all I need is you And I never, no I never meant to cause alarm All I know and all I need and all I got is gonna bleed, yeah And it helps, when
I awoke to the sound of alarms Delicate and caving in Drenched in my own This faith is coming with me Days inch by grown weary as we sleep April has become
up in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh) Danger, ring the alarm, kiss
