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Перевод: Крекер. Be My Love.
singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girl's wanna dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa... My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my
the power Quality I possess some say IВґm fresh when my voice goes through the rest of the mi-crophone that I am holding, copywritten lyrics so they canВґt be
of the presidency I’m never givin’ love again Cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican Now I remember I used to be cool Till I stopped fillin’ out my
’m not hurting with my mahogany pen. I’m on a world tour with Mohammad and them. And we be over sees and not in these trees where my peeps stay alive
Nah Frickin' And this is for my DAD!! Uncle B Yeah, i don't mean to bore, you know my name Chill for a second, just hear my pain If you've lost any loved
on my arm So I'ma just start with my uncle William Hahn My momma only brother, he served in the Navy He lost his life because the war made him crazy My
be another one bit the dust Just one up my mothers son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt. Lick from under cheese from under my nuts It disgusts
: If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit
And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose Then quit bringin my flows, quit giving me my ammo Can't you see why i'm so mean? if
happy and gleeful (hehehe) like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in preschool (Woo!) The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike while I blow my brain
some love. Welcome to Detroit (Gun shot) [ Chorus - Eminem ] Where's my gangstas and all my thugs, Throw them hands up and show some love And I Welcome
of my Eminem and Bizarre My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band MY BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND BABY! Eminem Im the lead singer of my
how to be managed. To plan shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted. Approved to go on swole and now I got it. Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love
will never get this shit back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love to my
Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights
R House full of happiness, weed and drank Way out So when trouble tried to find me can't Never visioned living longer than my twenty first Thought I'd locked down, cracked
