the ground And left, to rot, decay, and spoil Rotten apples Forbidden fruit Rotten apples Forbidden fruit REPENT! (x2) Watch the insect's Eat the rotten apple
my teach So vacant in my breach I drive the dirt of her garden Sorrow She'll never listen again No other lovers to bend Just rotten apples to eat Just
my teach So vacant in my breach I drive the dirt up her garden Sorrow She'll never listen again No other lovers to bend Just rotten apples to eat Just
Traduction: Smashing Pumpkins. Pommes pourries.
: I didn't think we'd make it but we did. Some of us won't make it, some will. The rest of us are forced to rot, I think it's because we're young. The
(50 Cent) I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation Nigga you
Confidence is broken Broken Sustenance is stolen Stolen Arrogance is potent What I see is unreal I've written my own part Eat of the apple, so young
Hell I'm just another guy If it were up to me I'd say just leave me be Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch Why let that one bad apple Spoil
I'm just another guy If it were up to me I'd say just leave me be Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch Why let one bad apple Spoil
[Chorus:] "The Rotten Apple" made me like this I don't give a fuck I shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up New York made me this way; I'm all about a
G-Unit Uh, a one two, a one two Uh, a one two, a one two Yeah Uh, a one two, a one two Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model Enough to make
Yeah, G-Unit Yeah, ey, ey I think I gotta' have it And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet I'm goin' with this kinda music Puts me right back on the
I smoke I put 'em down them dope I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot This apple jacks
Money, money, money, money Cake I need the cake nigga The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack Spida got the