Я оставлю свой след в твоей квартире И укус помадный на битой чашке Я оставлю раскрытой взятую книгу И запах свой на твоей рубашке. Я буду идти вдоль
локти ободраны, крестик из пластыря кто-то по-доброму денег нам даст, и я снова боюсь ловить машину пьяная, выгляжу паршиво галька в ботинок заскочила
i shoot from the hip then watch you fall heartbreak baby is half the fun you bring the bullets i'll bring the guns take ten steps now turn and draw i shoot
Hey boys, look where we are This town ain't big enough for the both of us So get ready to run This all goes to show just how little you really know About
gonna shoot you down, yeah, yeah, I'm gonna get you down, down, down, down, down, Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down, Shoot you, shoot you, shoot
spreads like infection, Two faces yet you see one. Hey, shoot the arrows, As I turn and go, Know one day when most of us are gone, Shoot the arrows,
Побеги ресниц На сумрачных лицах улиц играют И боги земли, Один раз коснувшись неба, растают Им не повернуть Вспять солнечных рек от лета до зимы И не
crowd My banner raised high the coat of arms of Amsterdam To the mystic sky a magic light enchants the land We're marching on The shooting company of
'm a, I'm a shooter if she can be the one I make her say hello make make make make her say hello hello hell I'm a, I'm a shooter if she can be the one
your sweet face You're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me 'Cause you're a high ball shooter
Сколько встречали, Играли - Все забывали. Порой желали И лгали, В огонь любви Бросали Заветы, слова Пускали По ветру к ногам. Слов не жалели, Мы пели
These are your good years Don't take my advice You never wanted the nice boys anyway And I'm of good cheer 'Cause I've been checking my list The gifts
Всего лишь миг отпущен нам СТРЕЛЯЙ в твоих руках моя дорога в рай горячий лёд отнимет жизнь одним нажатием курка последний взгляд в твои глаза
Or 360 in the air as Dominique might I could pass like Magic I could shoot like the Bird, after a Doctor J dunk The courtside drunk said good lord They shooting
of a cracker, not a Pringle Bust a single, here's my new jingle The KKK has got three-piece suits Using niggas like turkey shoots My motto is "treat
along (Shake that) Young Boss Kenvin Rudolf & Pitbull they gon' help you sing this song I love just who you are, I ain't gon try to change ya You are a shooting
die for ours ride for hours supply the flowers Now the is history in the making so shut the f**k up and let me make it [Chorus:] Please don't shoot me
all these riches and, all these riches But ain't no loaners around They thinkin about shooters that-shooters that Guns-Girls-Ladies that-Gunners that Shoot shoot shoot shoot shooter