'm a traveling soul And every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on Well I'm a traveling soul And every mother's son And I'm
Перевод: Унижение. Каждый Матери Сына.
Перевод: Движения. Каждый Матери Сына.
for every mother?s son A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows That?s the way it?s spun, for every mother?s son Every mother?s son
every mother?s son A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows That?s the way it?s spun, for every mother?s son Every mother?s son
how dare you use his name in vain Son of a panther, you'll never understand his pain But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine Disrespcting your mother
foreign tools "This is for every time you took my orange juice, or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk. Every time you tipped my
I spit the verse the shit Gets worse and worse cause your soft If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line,
come back as vanilla ice's son And walk around the rest of my life spit on And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung Like r kelly as soon as "bump
peace to Thirston Howl, A.L. and Wordsworth My mother smoked crack I had a premature birth I'm just a nerd cursed with badly disturbed nerves Who wanna
[Intro: Eminem] Good morning. Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up. Y'all with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is. Stop sleepin
An old man is proud But behind his modest smile lies the grief Only one picture of his brave son remains It seems that the vicious circle Can never
mines off the top like fab Hit you with a jab for the 98 Number one in billboard with the triangle shape Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get
of living Common destiny amongst all One understanding amongst me and my woman So that we can't fall And keep moving forward based on actual fact Yes you'all my beautiful Mother
it down on the strip Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib On the strength, son
know) you already know, That Ima sing this one for you, so let me sing this one for you From every tour (from every tour o yea yea), every show You’
all about to end But before I go, say hello to my little friend But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother Try to explain to my son, tell
my hand, stone in my hand All the love that's in my heart and the stone that's in my hand Blood runs the gutters, smoke fills the sky Every son that suffers, every mother
