Santigold
Guns of Brooklyn
When they kick out your front doorHow you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gun?When the law break inHow you gonna go?Shot down on the pavementOr waiting in death row?You can crush usYou can bruise usBut you'll have to answer toOh, the guns of BrooklynThe money feels goodAnd your life, you like it wellBut surely your time will comeAs in heaven, as in hellYou see, he feels like IvanBorn under the Brixton sunHis game is called survivin'At the end of the harder they comeYou know it means no mercyLetras de cancionesThey caught him with a gunNo need for the Black MariaGoodbye to the Brooklyn sunYou can crush usYou can bruise usBut you'll have to answer toOh, the guns of BrooklynWhen they kick out your front doorHow you gonna come?With your hands on your headOr on the trigger of your gun?You can crush usYou can bruise usOr even shoot us butOh, the guns of BrooklynYou can crush usYou can bruise usBut you'll have to answer toOh, the guns of BrooklynOh, the guns of BrooklynOh, the guns of BrooklynOh, the guns of BrooklynOh, the guns of BrooklynOh, the guns of Brooklyn
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