utter boredom Are you really listening? Say yes or no in all the right places Now your eyes are blistering Are these things of fascination Or are they
Traduction: Cotes. Are You Listening.
m droppin' a shell And that's for every fuckin' time I pop and you yell Mop you in hell, you motherfuckers can't stop us You more over hype than Eliom
Be Stuntin Like My Daddy [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Listen, Listen, Listen They Call Me Young Wheezy, Rodregous You Know I'm Gettin You Hot, Hot As The
All's we know is you over the bar like Limbo/ Limbaugh You know who you are So quit fucking the dark before we start callin' you bizaare Shit screw the
long Thank y'all for ridin with a nigga As we continue on! You are now listenin to the sounds Of the world famous... you know my name You know my name
so they tell us to listen They vote for us to go to war instantly But none of their kids serving the infantry The odds are stacked against us like a casino
tradition My mission is to take you, lyrically break you Lyrically assassinate you Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you To destroy the power that mentally incarcerates you
is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you
Stuntin Like My Daddy [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Listen, Listen, Listen They Call Me Young Wheezy, Rodregous You Know I'm Gettin You Hot, Hot As The Kendrick
want to show you, you are... [Chorus] [Bridge] Baby you should let me love you, let me love you, baby you should let me love you. (You should let me) Love you
tall [& talk to god...] eating it's heart .. but you will not feast on me today. this is how the world died. who will slay this thing? [i forgive you
on the tower of Babylon So babble on but yo nobody listening And the well that you're wishing in is the one the hellons are pissing in Position to let
know that you cried I know why you tried so hard Ready, steady, go Everybody famous Everyone you know Why'd it take you ages? I don't have to listen
will put this heat in your lungs The street and the slums, the weekend is done The local class always show you what [? ] is become The seasons are done, and reasons are
What is it? (Girl) Listen.... (Urban Mystic) [Verse 1] What are the odds of me bumping into you again (one in a million) What are the odds of me seeing
t matter how much scrilla, You got, you still a nigga, They either assassinate your character, frame ya, or they kill you, I don't blame you, if you don
