Treat me Hard + Slow Don't let me go oooo oooh ooooooh x2 Strip me of my clothes Kiss Hard + Slow. oooo oooh ooooooh x2
번역: 흐림. 하드 + 느리게.
, All ya'll niggas suck my balls one time while I unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise, I get dumb, but dumber, Why your vision blurred?
to act hard! im under 21 with a black card... and yea i know that was kind of a low blow but the dough for the so so dont come slow [Chorus:
built and killed style and skill While poetically recriminate you like a child I will Get ill, and switch to earn 'cause I prefer to slur but not blur Blurring
B don't stop playing that sound We make our way to the bar in the club And my whole crew buying bare bottles of bub Oh shit, my vision seems blurred
be a star Take a look around without looking down All these things have blurred your vision Material things don't amount to nothing But I know how you feel It's hard
a star Take a look around Without looking down All these things Have blurred your vision Material Things don't amount to nothing But I know how you feel It's hard
when it's all a blur it's as clear as can be Killin' the pain just comes easy for me No it ain't that hard for somebody like me To wind up in all the
throw you hands in the air and yo, go Rakim will do the rest of this slow If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up If I slow up, catch up, hell
treble is moist, scratchin' and cuttin' a voice And when it's mine, that's when the rhyme is always choice I wouldn't have came, to set my name around the same weak shit Puttin' blurs
hopefully we can make it the rest of the way Inshallah Inshallah, Inshallah Inshallah Inshallah, Inshallah Inshallah Yeah, dialect kinda slurred Did you catch that word blurred Talk slow, walk slow
to tell us How you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get props Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bops So front I keep
nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll I live the slow serrated rape
smoke on to keep a high In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur Dodging these fuck niggaz
on the dime Yo, I'll be kickin' the rhyme One time for ya mind, your soul, your body D O G's on the side of me, smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi Smackin
bass and treble is moist, scratchin' and cuttin' a voice And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice I wouldn't have came to set my name around the same weak shit Puttin' blurs
you hands in the air and yo, go Rakim will do the rest of this slow If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up If I slow up, catch up, hell no Wicked
