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Bài hát Rap God (Matstubs Trap God Remix) - Eminem . Intro. Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings. But I'm only going to get this one chance. (Six minutes, six minutes). Something
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' bodies in the lake. Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em. And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid. But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway. 'Cause I'm beginnin
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bitches lying if saying they bars is better?. They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto. I'm really talking, but it can really apply to whoever. My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or nigga
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đã nói là pên e. a i* e. kái zỳ là mãi mãi. cái zỳ là vĩnh cữu. zà kái rỳ là thật lòg. em hog tin. e ko tin a n~ đâu. End -nhớ đến anh. em ngước lêm bầu trời. mà sao kí ức kia qá nhiều. người hỡi. em
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finish the book of you and I. 0116. 110. 0118. 440Well, I bought a pen, and I turned the page. 0123. 90Then I wrote about how I wish you'd stayed. 0127. 770I said all the things that I never got to say
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. Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now. Chorus
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. Cameras zoom, only your pen been doom. But then like BOOM black suits fill the room up. With the quickness talk with the witnesses. Hypnotize, neuralize. Vivid memories turn to fantasies. Ain't no M. I. B
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***in' taste. The pen is a terrible ***in' place. The kings all hate the ***in' ace. The judge sabotaged my ***in’ case. Racist mother***er. Outro. Black police showin’ out for the white cop. White police
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with no pen. just draw off inspiration. Soon you gon' see you can't replace him. with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS. Can I get an encore, do you want more. Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boss. So
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Lauren. Tell them again, loved her way back when. Drunk so I type "Je t'aime" but don't hit send. Send some bread to the pen. All my G's are blessed, we check in for them. Whole lotta charges laid to this
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front of you with the light eyes. She turn around to see what you beeping at. It's like the summer's a natural afrodesiac. And with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme. To hip you and to get you equipped
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and place to in-vade the empty space. I'm a profectionist, I never pressure the pen space. But I wouldn't be amazing without god's amazing grace. I can travel outer space while standin in one place
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wanna be that man. Look in the mirror, couldn't see that man. Pick up the pen, never stick up to men. Only pick up the stick if I need to defend. If I did it back then, might've dropped dead. Know a nigga
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Corleone. Get a little Incomprehensible while in the pen, still hold the throne. Blood is the same for us to spill. I give off the impression it's no thing for us to kill. Around the way with, street
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the pen. Shorty do with the wind They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest. Tech on my left, gangstaz with me ready to step. I like a chick with big breasts on her chest. Not flat lookin
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blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen. Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend. We never listen to them. It's like trying to take a piss in the wind. My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
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, you breakin' the law. They the kings, leavin' y'all in awe, that's real paw Like ahhh, Dunn done did it again. Ahhh, pad done hit the pen. Ahhh, man they droppin' gems. Ahhh, the kid's 'bout stackin
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want to hit, give me a hour (uh). Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!). I shot ya! I shot ya! (uh). I got ya strap to the stagin'. Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin' a Cajun. Ya
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that punk ass bitch Be my dirty love, be my dirty love Now here I go, spitting another verse. Let the pen read my mind 'cause the * ain't rehearsed. I'm so curious, about what this fat bitch have
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call me a telegram, baby. 'Cause darling, that's just how you send me, yeah I might as well take me a pen and sign a waiver. To be yours for the rest of my life, oh baby. You rescued me from heartache
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pussy until a flick like Species. Hi-tech, ya, my pen got velocity. Jumpin' out the SSL like Virtuosity. And never question what I'm doin' to ya, girl. She let me dive deep like her panties is
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without a single like N. W. A. Did. From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen. This is gin and juice. The doc made the club are. O. C. Without timbaland boots. First nigga to put drolex on a
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, let 'em know you a project shawty. Peace to the puss and never to the shh, them other hoes can't buy that shawty. I'm from the ghetto, doors on the Lam say hello. Ass in the pen like jello, lookin real
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sess. Cause many often wonder is M. D. paid. You're God damn right punk, stay outta my way. Cause I clock G's while you clock Z's. And I don't smoke crack, I smoke MC's. So pick up a pen, cop a
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, let 'em know you a project shawty. Peace to the puss and never to the shh, them other hoes can't buy that shawty. I'm from the ghetto, doors on the Lam say hello. Ass in the pen like jello, lookin real
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blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen. Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend. We never listen to them. It's like trying to take a piss in the wind. My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
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blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen. Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend. We never listen to them. It's like trying to take a piss in the wind. My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
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. And I'm clockin these ends, my record sales are blockin 'em in. Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that's locked in the pen. My entourage is game faces, mean muggin, mean muggin
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rockin the spot. If you like it or not, this jam is red hoooooot Soup. The vangard of art. Quick to put pen to the thought. And nice from the minute I start, huh. Maneuver well, I tell girls that
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, let 'em know you a project shawty. Peace to the puss and never to the shh, them other hoes can't buy that shawty. I'm from the ghetto, doors on the Lam say hello. Ass in the pen like jello, lookin real
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blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen. Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend. We never listen to them. It's like trying to take a piss in the wind. My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
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, bitch, eat my dust Now I gotta get away, bitch, where's my pen? Write it down, these two rings, I'll make that hit the bank But my guts ain't safe at the time Oh my God, they can't take my fame I can't
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Che bella cosa 'na iurnata 'e sole. N'aria serena doppo 'na tempesta. Pe' iiaria fresca pare gia 'na festa. Che bella cosa 'na iurnata 'o sole Ma n'atu sole, cchiu bello, oje. 'O sole mio, sta
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