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Traduction: D'angelo. Playa Playa.
Traduction: D'angelo. À Playa De l'album Voodoo.
past the block Set U up FOR 2 Shoot your best shot Shoot your best shot We're the playas number ONE We're the playas number ONE We're the playas number ONE Playa playa play
There must be an angel Playing with my heart. I walk into an empty room And suddenly my heart goes "boom"! It's an orchestra of angels And they're playing
must be an angel Playing with my heart. I walk into an empty room And suddenly my heart goes "boom"! It's an orchestra of angels And they're playing
speeds up some more As is above, so is below Some feel the heat, yet some feel the cold We are the souls, yes we have been chose Some roll with angels
I have to But man niggaz out here are playing fair So before the odds are even I'm leaving them laying there And I ain't even playing believe what I'm
replaced as you wrap around me in your misty ways and i never wanna see you go the way you play with me is mischievous as you float around my mind like angel
I can help or hurt you So there's no reason to lie I bet you let those other niggas jerk you Convince you that they are fly I never said I was an angel
hand I be feeing for her phone calls And I'll be mad if I don't get it I ain't to gangsta to admit it So don't play with me when I'm stressing I'll take
soul, cause a angel told me its cold But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair of nuts this damn swoll Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play
[Verse 1] Everybody fin to die, by the hands of the dark angel adjust Snatching your breath, till it dims up your chest How much pain, can I manifest
to die here, plus Nobody cares what got here Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored Touched by a angel
I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me, New
