dil churaliya saariya da dil churaliya donA't you know you stole our hearts= saariya da dil churaliya dil churaliya...(3X) Dil churaliya ... donA't you know you stole
Traduction: Sean, Jay. Stolen Partie 2.
many of my people dying [Z-Ro] Day by day it's more impossible, to hold on I'm going head up with the shadow of death, and getting stole on Will I survive
[Verse 1] I had a homie named Tony 16, 6'2 Headed to the NBA straight from High School My nigga has his ball game on lock But at the same time he was
oh-for-two Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole
kin Tell her where you gone and been Livin' out your fantasy Sleepin' late and suckin' me Ohh, ow, ow, ow, yeah! -ow Patience 1,2,1,2,3,4 (whistle
boys (everybody) I stole to eat (i stole) I stole to live (i stole) I stole only to survive (if yous a hoodlum) just like j said in 'ghetto zone' I stole
What?s happening? City governments are eternally napping Trapped in greedy covenants Causing urban collapse And bullets that scar souls with dark holes Get more than your car stole, some parts
Your earings bamboo, your long nails too Your BMW everytime you came through You was the braveheart You stole wayne heart You never switched it up You played the same part
is the heaven? !) We live fast and store death long as possible (that's right!) Get our cash and put threats in the hospital. [x2] [Verse 1:] Young P
on Hollis after the dark My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark He said that giving was his living and I had to take part So I grabbed
love they stole This union, a battle fought and lost This union is not about the cause This union was never about love This union [x2] This union,
Long Beach, nigga, 2-1 The homie just got paroled And he got more stories than the highway patrol Tellin' me about the money Suge Knight stole But I'
dog I heared you got fucked in da ass by Omarion, and your bodygard Bitch stop actin hard, cause we don't beleive you You need more ppl, new jack city part 2
mouth while you 0 for 2 Back in 94 limp opened a show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole
to deal with my personal demons [Chorus x 2] [Verse 2] Y?all don?t wanna go that route Broke motherfucker need to throw his throwback out If you see me drinking something good I stole
convinced Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin The mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? ) kicker Watch your girl, cause I stick her [ ROUND 2
A lifetime of scrutiny And the words just don't equate With sense or sanity anymore 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Faces and the names Shattered hopes and stolen
