can't breathe For all of the children she'll always see They're her constant companions, six hundred souls In the doors of the chambers, there's one door
can't breathe For all of the children She'll always see They're her constant companions Six hundred souls In the doors of the chambers there's one door
Traduction: Page, Martin. La Porte.
this one [Jay-Z] + (singer) Uhh, yeah... gangsta nigga! Put my hustle down, tore the game up nigga Took your high score down, put my name up nigga Tore the doors
, he'll tell you niggaz, six deep is how us G's ride On some gangsta shit I'm down to kickin your fuckin door But I'll spray this shit, y'all ain't
mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin They fifth is lyin in they second drawer Next door to some bullshit they
the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap I'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they
Ask p, he'll tell you niggaz, six deep is how us g's ride On some gangsta shit I'm down to kickin your fuckin door But I'll spray this shit, y'all ain
free will. [Martin Harrison] lt's indeed you're the murderer. [Roxie Hart] Shooting a burglar ain't murder. Just last week jury sent a man [Martin
In a shop window Funny we seem so right On this holy night Chorus: So put on your red dress baby And wear your smile Close the door right behind you
that you hear callin' Howlin' on the wind I'll be the river deep Runnin' through your sleep And I'll be the hand That keeps on a-knockin' Up up against your door
, why can't we shape the invisible Just another day Brotherhood won't show his face In the neighborhood Drive by shots Time stops Doors are locked Chorus: Behind my door
the man, exactly who "I Am..." I'm the apostles, we writin' The Bible and Ebonics I'm Elijah Muhammad that'll sell chronic Martin Luther with a German
and meet the front page bitch I hear that niggas bout to bring it to my places of war So I'm sittin in my chair with my face in the door Give my Haitians
