Traduction: FORTE J. Vengeance.
Traduction: FORTE J. Headliner.
Traduction: J. Newton. Grand et fort.
Traduction: J. Newton. Love me rendre fort.
by my side (Heyyy) I (Heyy) Will survive (Heyy) I will survive yea yea yeaa I'm stronger (Stronger) Stronger (Stronger) Stronger (Strongerrr) (Stronger) I'm stronger (Stronger) Stronger (Stronger) Ohhh I'm stronger (Stronger) Stronger (Stronger
The sword-swallowing circus strongman And his snake-charming tattooed wife Decided that they would become regular parents And just lead a regular life
The man in the moon taps at the window How will we know your silhouette? How will we reach you? Waving his hands, shouting Is there anymore to that yellow
(feat. J. Cole) Na-na-na, come on Na-na-na, come on Na-na-na, na-na come on Na-na-na, come on, come on Come on, Na-na-na-na come on Na-na-na, come on
Me On Know The Feelings Gettin Strong Now Still I Wonder When Shou Oooh U Know They're Playin My Song Now U Know Your Turnin Me On Know The Feelings Gettin Strong
all the while, you look at my man with a funny smile. Now I don't look it might be me, but ain't no need to bump so tightly. That night we all hanging at the club. You tell mr. d.j
(feat. Paula DeAnda) I'll be your supa chic I'll be your supa chic Woo One of them one's J to the R J to the R Super duper, super bad, super fly Super
number one... He's my darlin And he got my heart set I'm talking about She's my number one... They talk shit about me [x6] Oooohhhh All my girlfriends are j j
I AM From Father flesh to Father Solomon From the pinky to the thumb 'pon my hand Bring a other Caddy and a tribal j-j-j-jam But yet I'm judged, leather
the pharoahes, descending from such (We have come..) in love of the ancestor, the struggle continues Loving heart, strong sun, firm fist We are those [Brother J
the aftermath [Tom Tom Club: x4] There's no beginning and there is no end [Brother J:] Welcome to my science now seems you're always with it Brother J
about to snap that wire And go off, and empty out the whole clip in you Denting your dinner, with bullet holes in your wind-a I ain't fucking around, J
mail son I need a bail bond fuck you bitches, I love my riches go get it forward march cannibal in these killing fields tired of hangin on this cross witness the J
I be posin I hit the club and git it poppin til it's closin I take you back in the days bugs bunny J's Low cut fade and them cardiar shades Pimpin until
