Try me, try me Try me, try me Try me, try me Try me, try me Try me, try me, try me Try me, a wah wah wow Try me, try me, try me When the hurt is strong
Tulkojums: Marley, Bob. Mēģiniet Me.
Tulkojums: Marley, Bob. Mēģiniet Me (Man Action).
Try me [try me] Try me [try me] Try me [try me] Try me [try me] Try me [try me, try me] Try me [a wah wah wow] Try me [try me, try me] When the hurt
: Try me [try me] Try me [try me] Try me [try me] Try me [try me] Try me [try me, try me] Try me [a wah wah wow] Try me [try me, try me] When the hurt
got cats, likening me To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
the whole world lets you down And there's nowhere for you to turn, 'Cause all of your best friends have let you down, do-o-own. Then you try to accumulate
burning, Destroying and melting their gold, Destroying and waisting their souls. Go ride, Natty, ride! Go deh, Dready! Go deh! Tell you what: now the people gather on the beach And the leader try
on riding) You've been jiving Like a peacock, that's your style (keep on jiving), ooh-wee (keep on jiving) I say now, you always try to hurt me in the
thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no ...) feel no pain Hit me with music now, oh now, hit me with music now Hit me with music, harder, brutalize me
! Throw me corn, me no call no fowl; A-saying: "Cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." ... : "Cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." Throw me corn (cook-cook-cook); Me
! Throw me corn, me no call no fowl; A-saying: "cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." ... : "cook-cook-cook, cluk-cluk-cluk." Throw me corn (cook-cook-cook); Me
Marcus Garvey, I?m surrounded by my army damn damn, n-gga try and harm me f-ck what a hater think how could n-ggas try to rob me if I?m out in Abu Dhabi
me drivin', bitch, come on and try to rob me I'm willin' to bet that 'cha get lit up Get off of me, baby, keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama Tellin
fights is on I'ma still be here when the lights is on Got a fat ass in front of me, Dutch in my mouth Wit a Corona in my left hand You try to front
bob Marley, I hit it and never quite, I abuse it and im sorry, And I cant help that im addicted to it like bob Marley, I beat that pu**y leave that
surrender and no patrique Now dance with the devil no not hardly Even though I mamba like a bomber and smoke ganja like Bob Marley A bag of sess puts me
They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this god body probably Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob Marley (radical) Never skateboard
