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Maria Callas

Casta Diva, che inargenti queste sacre antiche piante, a noi volgi il bel sembiante senza nube e senza vel... Tempra, o Diva, tempra tu de

soul is aflame? Maybe you would call a true confession And indiscretion on someone's part But if I'm to say how madly I adore you Let's call a heart

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Good God, aha ha Yo trick I think we done, did it again man Miami's finest, T double D Y'all know who we be I wanna be your homie, your homie, love and

me I hit the clown in the dirt Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt The first nigga quick to get it first Call the paramedics 'cuz

Whassup little man, what's wrong wit'chu? Why you lookin' so sad? What's wrong? Man, I went to school today And the teacher said I couldn't be no rapper

a party you call your shawty and call my boys and we can have a manage cause if i leave then everybody leave and everybody freakin we can have party you call

This one goin' out to, uhh, that nigga Bub the game done changed Young black boy, Rick Crowley, that nigga Wayne Parker You know, all the niggaz I know

startin' problems but K-cutter be the problem solver, if I Sell you a book nigga stick it 'Cause for every you check you slippin' they can call me flipper