文本歌词

Dead Men Tell No Tales - Cypress Hill (柏树山)
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Any die
If the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score
Seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor ni**a )
Take you outdoor
Darkness frightens you even more
I'm here to enlighten you
With the hardcore
Bring it raw like the red
Dead meat in your plate
And I'll fill you up
With the energy the Hill create
I gets sticky
Like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now I'm f**kin with your head
And you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid feeling the void
You can't take it
The reward bein destroyed
Freakazoid toy
With ya mind all styles deployed
You find danger
In the stranger's eye
The killin comes second nature
Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out
Hear you callin out
For help and all the f**kin yellin to is yourself
Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing
When you bluffin
I'm pushin the button
And straight dumpin on fools frontin
Boo-yah come on motherf**ker
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WAR pigs you dig
See kickin out Mr Big
Take a sip of wine
Engage in a battle of the mind
(Checkmate motherf**ker )
You feelin the force meant for remorse
Right from the source
Your head is gettin f**ked
And I'm skippin the intercourse
Behold the Mic Horse
You're takin a loss ni**a
Got the Nina Ross don't need no cross
My f**kin paper
Chaser green bag gladiator
Terminator w**d germaniator
The greater the risk you f**kin hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta
Clickin the fader slow
With the Hi-Lo servin the blow
Who got the glow
Dead men tale no tales
You fail to see the reason
I'm easing to squeeze the trigger
Go figure it's killin season
Nighty-night mothaf**ka
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