it where it lay These are the days of the fir reunion There's a house on the hill that glows You can smell it in the air These are the days of the fir
Traduction: Peter And The Test Tube Babies. Love In The Degré Sapin $ t.
Last night I was dreaming, I was locked in a prison cell. When I woke up screaming, I was calling out your name. And the judge and the jury, they all
Uh, it's the d-d-d-d d-d-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d-damn ha-ha yea [chorus (Woman Sings)] Damn-it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls
(feat. OJ Da Juiceman) [Hook: x2] DAMN I'm iced up DAMN I'm boomin DAMN 32 and so icey must be [? ] Waka Flocka Flame and my nigga Young Juice And we
[Verse 1] Damn why'd you have to look so good? Damn why'd you have to be so sexy? Ohh ohhh Damn why'd you have to dress so flyy? Why'd you have to catch
(Pascal Obispo) J'ai vecu sous des posters A me croire le seul a connaitre Tout de vous J'en ai refait des concerts En revant de voir apparaitre
Word up, I'm talkin to you i'm makin dope rhymes, thats what I do like a madman, you know its bad, man I slam, a good goddamn Well I've been burned so
(Look, we're having the cosmic weekend if you see us you know that we're deep in the rhyme good time high five and gotta thrive check it out yo, don't
[Movie Bites from "King Of New York"] [Frank White:] Jim!... How come you never came to see me? [Jimmy Jump:] Who want to see you on cage man? [beat
C'est une poupee, rien qu'une meuf Je te dis qu'elle est roulee comme un pneu neuf Elle m'apprend a aimer, a aimer et a voir Elle a dix-sept ans au compteur
If you feel like running today You know I?d understand You don?t but you long It?s easier to get away When on the other hand You know I?m not much better
Que verdes son, que verdes son las hojas del abeto. Que verdes son, que verdes son las hojas del abeto. En Navidad que hermoso esta con su brillar de
You're a medicine baby Just a little dose and I feel so fine You're everything that I want Yet everything that I fear You are You're an enema baby You
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed There's a dyin' voice within
