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Перевод: Осень. C'N'C-х Mithering.
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Why can you read me like no one else? I hide behind these words but I'm coming out I wish I kept them behind my tongue I hide behind these words But I
I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And don't really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing That's just
From N.W.A. and the Posse/Greatest Hits. [Eazy-E] Oh, shit. I guess there's one less bitch you gotta worry about. [Narrator] Let's describe a certain
bought the bently in pink cause my dough in sync Now tell your man n'sync: bye bye and tell him you're long n'sync: gone Ain't no needin' waitin' up,
[F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga [Billy Danze] You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. From N.Y.C., the N
right [TOP] C'mon everybody let's all get down It's the T-O-P, I be the baddest around 'n Suckas don't wanna come test my poundin I see'em hollin they chest fall
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[Intro:] Fall-N Fall-N Pussy nigga [x3] Pussy niggas [x3] [Chorus:] To all my hustla niggas Ball-N (ball-n) To all you bitch ass niggas we gonna do it
Il faut que tu passes la porte pour que je te delivre Tu n'as seulement qu'a le dire plus fort (Free to fall) Un peu plus fort (Fall in love) Je prie
the guns we tuck, bust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust (Black Child) Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac
She aint wack So I tell a corny n***a hand dat To a record label while I get my hair wrapped Then I let it fall under my New York yankee cap Anybody
straight beat it up.. .. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin Tonight's the night, you can fall
out now Big pimpin’, on B.L.A.D.’s We doin’ big pimpin’ up in N.Y.C. It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B.U.N.B Yo yo yo big pimpin’, spendin’ G’s