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Перевод: Саундтрек Chorus Line. Пой!.
aint certain, now hes standing on the side of the curb, trying to make a profit off herb, he's only 13, chopping up a third of a ki, but by the way hes
ll be watching [Chorus] Hold up a light for me [x3] Hold up a light for me ohhhh Ill be watching Hold up a light for me [x3] Hold up a light for me ohhhh
me! [Verse 1:] These tricks that I'll attempt will blow your mind Pick a verse, any verse, I'll hypnotise you with every line I'll need a volunteer,
call me CHORUS 4X [Verse 3] I take seven -- from ----- stand 'em all in line Add an AK - 47, a revolver, a nine A mack 11 and an all assault a problem of mine A
[Chorus - B.o.B] Well, I'm a make a lot of money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.
Come see a living, breathing spectacle Only seen right here It's your last chance in this lifetime The line forms at the rear You won't believe your eyes
(Chorus:) Me bust a shot for my lova (plow!) Me bust a shot for my love (plow!) Me bust a shot for my lova (plow!) Me bust a shot for my love (plow
your ass is never been an option A nigga paper long like rush hour traffic and i'm bout to take the hood shoppin Sing it! [Chorus: Chester Bennington
straight to the top When I’m only in graping on the hip hop pop I’m crossing the line heading for the border Feel a quite thirsty, need a cup of water
t even let you fools finish a freakin sentence Call for my people like a school attendance And then I strike with a triflin vengeance Reppin like a winner
While I sing this song to you Check me ?3i13910 415619rii22, Listen {Verse 1} It's not the hardest thing for me to say Without cracking a smile It's
, is he just a friend Now I'm asking you, tell me what it is Look me in my eye, you don't have to lie Must think I'm a fool, fucking round with you Need
' to switch in the third lane That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison Sing-sing
we sing it like a funeral choir. Mourning now our hope is burning in the fire. Deceiver, Deceiver. You never were a great achiever. This is a joke. I
sing. You're every line, you're every word, you're everything. You're a carousel, you're a wishing well, And you light me up, when you ring my bell. You're a
time to worry Gotta Hurry,Gotta sing my song GOtta shake it off, and Strike a pose Snap my fingers just like that Dont get what i want and thats a fact