Burn, burn TV burn Nobody will be saved Burn, burn TV burn Nobody knows the side effects Burn, burn TV burn We are the willing victims Burn, burn TV burn
Перевод: Black Bomb. Гореть.
There's a bank and a church and a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan and a child dead at birth There's a window pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded
Artist/Band - AC/DC Album - Back In Black Song - Shoot To Thrill All you women who want a man of the street, Don't know which way you wanna turn, Just
452 Group in clear sky Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown below Still the fires from last nights attack among the rubble glows Black puffs
blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 While my Old English leave you broken down with a
Down there like a butt Black and white, mixed like a mutt Imma frustrate Imma pimp walking with a limp Got her to a pinch in my pants I've got her in a clip held by a
You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage. Since you're putting on a show you gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking
a buzz right now, an' I had a frenzy oh yeah, welcome to the fam', Fendi you need to stop, you're not hot, you're a burning match that means the end
me away Go on, be gone, and the point of view was made with the song And while they pop I'm ready to bomb, bomb, bomb I say the war shouldn't stop until
[Intro: Thin C] Let it burn (burn, haters, burn) Uh, uh, let it burn (let that fire burn) Uhh, uhh.. let it burn (burn, haters, burn) Uhh, uhh [Thin
, spittin' dialect, umm Catchin' wreck umm, one, two, microphone check Attention passenger's We're on a non-central journey To Hell and beyond Funkadelic drop the bomb
I die my spirit will jump inside machines Runnin' niggaz over like Christine (Sorry) I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning Hoes in my black
your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass And let loose the
And if I run you off the road, run, blow your horns again Yeah man, fuck these hoes, man I straight burn rubber on a bitch in a minute Riding in some
stop uh A mad dog with a bob in the reagle Go into mode and just kill all your people Coast to coast ain't a nigga more evil Now made me act a lot and
a bomb Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb There's a mass, a prison to fill There's a
, nigga, I'm Mr. Baller What you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a baller Fuck that bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a
