' a time machine Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back in time I can dream, it's a simple thing, buildin' a time machine Back, back, back, back
Перевод: T-Pain. Машина времени.
back in time I can dream, it's a simple thing I'm building a time machine [Verse 2:] Goin back to a time when this music shit was more than business
in time I can dream, it's a simple thing I'm building a time machine [Verse 2:] Goin back to a time when this music shit was more than business Back
screams You're living in a time machine Nobody cares just where you go Taken where you've never been ??? somewhere you don't know You're living in a time machine
ll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't
don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!) This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on
luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! [ Mike Shinoda ] Mike! - He doesn't
The dead wont see the ending War started By rich men Won't stop the poor from dying I'll grant you Your death wish It's not just time I'm killing
quedo y disparo a lo callejero so siguelo mami llego el machetero cargando el macho de acero pa dar piquete a ese cuero so dimelo [Verse 1 Translation:] I don't
this one horse town, had to stall till the fall Now I'm gonna crawl, across The Great Divide Now Molly dear, don't you shed a tear Your time will surely
a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the night so high I don't want
that's it for the introductions. And now, the story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think
What the fuck? Nigga you worse than me" Nigga, don't listen to the message Listen to the message A message to my son, it's times in my life where I stood
you You don't know me, no record can't tell ya Oh oh, I'm the great pretender I said you don't know me, no record can't tell ya Oh oh, I'm the great
finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The green-eyed bandit can't
Klumps To carry it I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise Blast, don't
