. . . . Face to face we talk like children we walk away . . . Face to face we talk like children we walk away . . . Children - face to face - and children - face to face - And children - and children - face
Перевод: Дэн в реальной жизни Soundtrack. Сондре Лерхе И лицом вниз квартет - человеческие руки.
Перевод: Реальная жизнь. Face To Face.
boy just like mine Took the West over, I'm the real king You don't believe me, fuck you, kill me I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G Come against
COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life? And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away, we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face
? Don't trip, flip your script to a country boy Now c'mon N'sync Ever since I saw your face Nothing in my life has been the same I walk around just
you're life, after death [Chorus: Faith Evans] Somebody tell me why [Interlude: Faith Evans] On that morning When this life is over I know I'll see your face
the drama you bring whenever you hit town Just remember when you pray, God is love Gracious, merciful, forgive even the hardest thugs Life as we know it, it all begins with Him Life
[Verse 1] I was stained, with a role, in a day not my own But as you walked into my life you showed what needed to be shown And I always knew, what
get your face up out the floor And know that it's real Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live My life day by day, in the way
round clip for this what happen to the struggle its called and eviction notice now people strong self evicken notice perscription cops serve keep it real that fine but if i get wit it imma face
get your face up out the floor And know that it's real Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live My life day by day, in the
that's how you feel? [Girl] Hum hum hum, Yea… [Chorus – Lloyd] [Verse 1] Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife Like pac, ya need a thug in your life (
up push ya tape backwards Cuz ima real nigga I don't like rappers And that ain't this and this ain't that And bitch I'm strapped Fuck wit real niggaz
slap me in the face, ay I, m just the man If they saying I ain’t the best at making hit records It’s cause this my life these ain’t just rapping shit,
Is life everything you want to be, Does it give you everything that you need, Does it live up to your expectations, Are you ready for the celebrations
oh so cold its oh so cold oh so cold oh so... Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even tho they all say that they're real I
is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it So I'm tellin you right now - motherFUCK a Limp Bizkit Now I'ma be real, B-Real was real He ain't say shit
