get much older. We're all someones daughter, We're all someones son. How long can we look at each other, Down the barrel of a gun? You're the voice,
Превод: Г4. Ти си глас.
Im all you need (Im all you need) I think im all that you need, girl. [Mike Jones] Baby girl, I know you tired of that mess You're man giving you
zooming by G-g-g-guess who? Whats happenin' guy? You told me to shit Fell off that pot, hopped right back on that crapper and I Said fuck you, with a
you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in guard it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you
you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret, right by the nuts A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4
Chorus x2: Paris] What they say, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah Straight Hard Truth Soldier [Verse 4
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro So dont try me, you better walk by me I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society Like Cypress
When a Rogue's at You're trying to hold back His dough sack And try to bozack And he go cock The 4 4 back You chose that So cut these ties And I'll rise
wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro So don't try me, you better walk by me I'll do you like the first part in menace ii society Like cypress hill
respected [ VERSE 3 ] It ain't all about who you're bangin Gangbangin or how much dope you're slingin It's all about gettin your life established And when you're
Chicken Noodle Soup lyrics Just When You Thought It Was Safe. We're Back. Voice Of Harlem, Kingdom, You Remember. I Got The Finest. Your Highness. Young
get it, Do you head it? It's a lot fish, You might see the Titanic, In this gigantic, But you're dead nigga in Five minutes Verse 4: Lord Tariq
[Intro] ([Jay-Z]Best rapper alive) x4 [Jay-Z] Whoo!...Ladies and gentlemen... [Eminem] You're now about to witness the power of... [Jay-Z] H, to the
I call the shots Show me nigga, tell me not anything, you spend, you flip, you trip, I got From the yacht, to the g-4, to the g-5, this is stock Back
of voice, you better calm your grammar And slap you with the baking soda, my arm and hammer Chain hanging to my nuts, is kinda like you tasting Ice,
the same What part of the game you playin? Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three months ago you was on You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
