Let Them Talk 2:37 Little Willie John (Thompson) King Single #5274 Pop Chart #100 Feb 22, 1960 R&B Chart#11 With Ernie Hayes-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar
Traduction: Little Willie John et Hank Ballard. Let Them Talk.
, peace, peace...) Peace - let's hope for peace, (peace, peace, peace, peace!) Peace - let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. Oh, John, let
To Kill Her And You Mixed Them Emotions With Tequilla And You Mixed That With A Little Bad Advice On One Of Them Bad Nights You Have A Bad Fight And You Talkin
to kill her and you mixed them emotions with tequilla and you mixed that with a little bad advice on one of them bad nights you have a bad fight and you talkin
who talk, they'll do anything at all Ingrid, Viva, Little Joe, Baby Jane, and Eddie S. But you better call us soon before we talk ourselves to death
couldn't walk the walk Couldn't really talk the talk Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk Cause this lack in talk had my walk lookin' off Now
scripts See, I couldn't walk the walk, couldn't really talk the talk Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk 'Cause this lack in talk had my walk
, But I bet you can't take it in like a rocket but Trying to get it in, get it in, get it in, Will I let my stick hit it miss hockey puck? I'm mellow
them birds Watch your money fly away everyday, my word I serve Chicks like thirds And seconds but my weapon will let 'em have hers Little Buckshots,
Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!? [Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' shit. [Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them
little nugget a tidbit if you will there were four united states presidents named bill if you run out of hit points the game will shout if you dig this
) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me Verse 1. This is dope boy music, American Dream we let them choppers sing like that little
beats In ya back seat Y'all think I'm mean Runnin' round talking 'bout the shit that you talking 'bout How you the drug game sewed up and locked down John
that about a hoot What you so mad about? Them gawldamn city folks comin around these here hills Lookin for a piece of that tender young ass, yaww Let
, Get up and go, mayne, You illiterate, bro, Don't you ever be thinkin' you can match the flow, I'm unmatchable, with a sack of dro', When I'm high, talkin' shit like John
grease Let the fully blast May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert Fool's still alive, John
