Traduction: Pam Tillis. Dead Or Alive.
I believe we could chug all night On the day that I die, well I just might scream If I'm alive in the morning Ill be alive in a dream You better listen
[Fabolous] Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted for Dead Presidents any cat alive
struggle They only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery and poverty No man alive has
my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has
One Knows My Struggle, They Only See The Trouble Not Knowin It's Hard To Carry On When No One Loves You Picture Me Inside The Misery Of Poverty No Man Alive
16th of June, nine 0-five, door bell rings Man at the door says if I want to stay alive a bit longer There?s a few things I need you to know. Three coming
When they used to be new When they used to be clean - And I've got a Mama whose a hummer Whose keeping me alive While I'm in the band doing drinking
to be alive So original in her black lipstick Listening to some obscure band But isn't she pissed at all the other non-conformists who listen to that same obscure band
so it seemed that things were closing in and ready to blow, My dad moved out about that year or so, It took an hour to start a punk rock band To offset
Half dead, And a third alive, A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road, Don't get surrounded by people you hate, Choke you out the
don't do anybody any harm, I might make it back home alive. I'm the oldest son of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band Got a pile of sins to pay for and
on the Turnpike There's a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts
gonna do Well buddy, stand on it Well if you've lost control of the situation at hand Go grab a girl; go see a rock and roll band And stand on it Come
alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band
In the ballroom of romance, there's a rock band playing, People swaying to the beat, swaying in the heat, In the corner over there by the door is a local
