Oh-oh-oh I'll burn the maps And feel the people all lost inside you Stamp your feet if you know where you're from. Love's a rose in the snow You turn
Traduction: Big Pink. Fouiller.
Traduction: Les frais. Panier de serpents.
Lalala trop fresh Lalaa fresh La laaa trop fresh Lalaaa trop fresh Laalaaa Laaaaaa Laisse-moi te parler De la premiere fois Ou j'ai pose mes yeux sur
Sono tornato piu sporco di prima fresco ma ho addosso profumo di naftalina esco il sole mi brucia questa mattina non riesco a vedere piu in la di questa
So say one and so say all Say what you gotta say Or don't say nothing at all You been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights While the Bronx below
Abbiamo chiuso questa storia da un po? e mi guardavo gia intorno quando t?ho vista con un altro pero s?e scatenato l?inferno mi sono accorto che i sorrisi
[BOW WOW - Verse 1] When I was 8 I was rhymin not back yard game playin Watchin Snoop anxiously and waitin for my chance man Ridin cocky wit it cause
Y'a plus grand chose qui me tient Dans ce monde a part tes mains Y'a plus grand chose qui me touche Dans ce monde a part ta bouche Y'a plus grand chose
[samples "Ce Jeu" by Yelle] Now let's see The boy's so zesty I'm fresh come get me You don't gotta know how I does it the best And this is the guideline
Now let?s see, the boy?s so zesty, I?m fresh come get me. You don?t gotta know how I does it the best. And this is the guideline on how to keep fresh
Instrumental
Don't tell me you're sorry for thing you caused me And from from now on you'll be true And don't don't you ask me to forgive you again I'm fresh out of
Sun down on the sorry day By nightlights the children pray I know you're prob'ly gettin' ready for bed Beautiful woman, get out of my head I'm so tired
You don't have a clue, What it is like To be next to you. I'm here to tell you, That it is good, That it is true. Birds singing a song, Old pain is
Fresh Air Some fresh air, to breathe in Take a chance, have a dream a safe ground to lay down and count on what you've found You tell me what is this
RIT x2: [Asher Kuno] Raga quelli come noi non li tenete a bada muovilo piu fuori dalla tana resta a casa se vuoi ( ?? ) fame di fama figli di puttana. [
