Перевод: Воздуха. У Джой.
our extinction The end of an era The end of a genre Do the joy, do, do, do Do the shouts, do, do, do Do the cries, do, do, do Do the smiles, do, do, do
flow of air And if I am to be true then I must give.. my fragile heart my fragile heart I may re-ceive-great-joy Or you may re-turn it, say it again
the can for me, Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angels spend their
troubles at home come with me we can go to a paradise of love and joy a - destination unknown Na na na na na... We left the city the pollution the crowd, the air
bring the boy backwards Shooting air balls at the basket What you call money I paid more in taxes I got crowned came down in Africa Down in Nigeria do
Chorus: Do you hear what i hear? Do you feel it? Do you feel it? It's christmas! Do you hear what i hear? Do you feel it? Do you feel it? It's christmas
the water's rushing and you keep trying to swim against the stream And it seems, like your not moving the many water's gushing you gasp for air Almost
precious god Lift the blame off my shoulders With a simple thought Show me life's pleasure And how it is caught Not just the air I breathe Or the dream
drop That 2000 vault we breaking the lock Let hip-hop keep blazing the charts May the past keep a warm spot in your heart May the future hold more joy then pain Hands in the air
bare with me, security Are you here with me? Your my happiness, my joy I smile because of you, boy I look forward to the time I spend with you, whatever it is we do
That 2000 vault, we breakin' the lock Let hip-hop keep blazin' the charts May the past keep a warm spot in your heart May the future hold more joy than pain Hands in the air
air She messed up again Why? My brother and my sister They ain't got no toys What am I supposed to do When growing up for me wasn't joy? It's gonna
Well, I don't know what you came to do (I don't know what you came to do) But I came to get this thang crunk for you (But I came to get this thang crunk