Ответ на пост «Слово пацана. Кровь на асфальте»
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Визг пацана. Мыло упавшее в душе
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I know Jah-Jah bless me,
no wicked heart can test me,
no matter how dem try.
Oh I know Jah man infest me and my fans a request me nanga make di river run dry.
As far as the wind blows from the west to the east side I an I praises never cease oh Lord, emperor Salasi never cease the judgement that the wickend man keep,
I know dem must get defeat oh woa so ghetto youths be wise and open up your eyes because yea
I know Jah-Jah bless me
no wicked heart can test me no matter how dem try
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