Bản dịch: Father Dom. We Do This.
'd lay me down to sleep I'd pray the lord my soul to keep The road was never very steep On the way to my father's house. The way to my father's house
All the way to the house our father knew And this angry storm of slamming doors And broken glass on hardwood floors Waits for you in the house our father
to squash all that east west stuff We spent years in the studio making funky tracks Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps It's like Father Dom
t fake You slang D, well I'm a slang a gang of tapes Something funky fresh for you to ride to, fool Bending corners in the old school I seen my homie Father Dom
if you Want to be Still in the game Shock motherfucking G Yea, blacked upped in the house West W niggars In the house for show Father Dom knockin'
all the mannerism The sending out of orders And man start moving busy The locking of the corners? The streets and all the buildings Mi love you like a father
'm walkin' on the edge stuck without a solution And someway I still pick it out and shuffle to conclusion And I don't need nobody so keep yo advice and just dom
our seperate ways. You fought for Stalin. I fought for freedom. You believe in authority. I believe in myself. I'm a molotov cocktail. You're Dom Perignon
to squash all that east/west stuff We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps It's like father dom
understand That I am just not to be tested by the outer man And everything that we can't comprehend is not a mystery that God drinks champagne, Moet, share Dom
and then he runs to slay the two older men. He asked the third one before he stroke "Who is your father and mother?" "Our father Per Tyrsson in VA¤nge
man can I tell ya Visualize and memorize him in a cellar Well tally-ho, pip-pip, my fam's gonna catch a fit My father lookin like he wanna bust my lip
here again, gamblin, playin with the dice lets hope for a day where I don't care about the risk run and all my bitterness converted into wis-dom um, I
. O let me know that you're mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine. Our father which art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Ah-thy-a-king-a-dom-a-come A-thy
esta vida y q el amor entro a esta puerta hoy oigo una voz del cielo q me dice todo alerta y me dice hijo mio dile a mi pueblo despierta despierta (Hector el Father
me down to sleep I'd pray the Lord my soul to keep The road was never very steep On the way to my Father's house. The way to my Father's house when I
