reaching up to the sky Like a culture shock of joy It sent me into a strong fascination And what's been lost is back [Chorus] 'Cause we were the only ones
Перевод: Звуки. Only Ones.
wall reaching up to the sky Like a culture shock of joy It sent me into a strong fascination And what's been lost is back [Chorus] 'Cause we were the only ones
and rhymed birthday with first place And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike We was on the same shit that Big Daddy Kane shit with compound syllables sound
that nigga, like a slave owner When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her She foaming at the lips, the ones between the hips Pubic hair
and kill all inconsiderate organisms. Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass. All gridlock thinking. you better think fast, quick! Because I’m riffling down the stifling, Trifling sound
booth produced that myself, I did the bass did the claps myself, did the drums snares and the high hats myself, uh I play each sound I'm banging out beats now, the only
not what i'm trying to say but appreciate living life day to day so how does it feel to be the only ones left out in the rain cos you're phoney ones wake
the day when you was rappin' before the time of your deal (uh) and now that you got signed, oh it's clear and it's simple, you're only makin' music that
your lies are bleeding through your teeth, and your eyes the only ones filling me, your promises never really meant a thing, but they flowed from your
Ohhhh! In this home quiet the sin Violence is known Only by the ones who bare these walls She is saint hiding it all Underneath her smile her soul is
my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips Love the sound of clips when I know my shit Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face That
: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a
the world. This is music which defies definition, but has a sound all of its own. The only thing we can tell you it is that it is incredibly infectious
was the mother of twins Two times over and the rest were sins Raised eight boys, only I turned bad Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had Brown
never erase the pain of death only time has that talent his hands are now blistered but this man walks on the only element of sanity that the people
I know that I'm afraid of lve The tolls seems very steep Your goals so uncontrollable Impossible to keep Despite the songs of lucky ones Those very special
