no car and I've got no money... I asked you to dance at the disco But you said No! The whole world was watching and laughing On the day that I crashed and burned
no car and I got no money I asked you to dance at the disco but you said no The whole world was watching and laughing On the day that I crashed and burned
car And I've got no money I asked you to dance at the disco But you said, "No" The whole world was watching and laughing On the day that I crashed and burned
Traduction: Eminem. Busted vous avez dit non (Crash \u0026amp; Burn).
pass it Your life span it ain't long, you in a casket, check it Niggas rushing your ass, mob deep with ski masks Busting shots on the road trying to make your car crash
your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys
off, touched your chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a playa but I bust your wife We bust on
bust you bitch roman gold shine so hard niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit I don't trip, niggaz pull up I be lookin' proud when I bust that
missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down and always BOOM and pound, so we shut 'em down {Chorus: Busta
witches from rags to riches We give mad love while y'all niggaz to BURN bridges Amateur, why won't you look right at the calender A matter of time before I start to damage ya So starvin to just bust
whisky passin' around I seen the smoke & fire And the market burnin' down I watched while everybody On his street would take a turn To stomp & smash & bash & crash & slash & bust & burn
smoke and fire And the market burnin' down Watched while everybody On his street would take a turn To stomp and smash and bash and crash And slash and bust and burn
granddaddy music, it's hip hop Comin through your woofer like a mute kit Hundred-thousand watts on some bullshit I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust
for devestating mic control You can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his soul Now we crash through walls, cut through floors Bust
Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your
i gotta press is turbo Heard it on his walkie, road block on 280 west Things got serious, that's when i bust a left U-Turn, my eyes burned My concern