s the one thing on my mind Music's got control And I'm never letting go, no no I just want to play my music Whoo (music) Got my fix string on my back
the one thing on my mind Music's got control And I'm never letting go, no no I just want to play my music Whoo (music) Got my fix string on my back
Traduzione: Camp Rock. Connect 3 / Jonas Brothers - Play My Music.
Traduzione: Soundtracks. Play My Music - Jonas Brothers (Connect 3).
His accent sounds like the rarest culture Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic I felt reminded of my
thermometer stretch a million kilometers Connect a population at birth to one another for real [Chorus] Music, deliver from within and it covers up everything Music
Music+ (Why we run the streets wild) +Must B Tha Music+ (Make us pull our guns out) +Must B Tha Music+ (I can bust in her mouth) +Must B Tha Music+ (Got
m stressed out, it's my insanity It's a life style, all in the streets and in Hollywood Music in my DNA, it's my livelihood.. music [Chorus #2: Marsha
Yo All we wanna do is what we love You know Makin the music for the people But it seems every now and then In this game you run into obsticles That try
his feet And best believe that we play for ?kiki-meat? The Lord Tariq & PG nigga ain't nothin happenin So I beeen to the weese, my cars matching the platinum
don't care what you process-e you vocals is tight Yeah it's me yeah Ms. T in the place to be Hearin my name bang now you wanna connect with me I don'
Long as I'm getting my hustle on, ain't nothing wrong Now all my music, ain't just good wordplay Listen real close, niggas feel ery'thing I say Play it
for you Dub; he was shady And all the West Side connected with niggaz got respect The soldier with my top rankin Pushin dope material, motherfuck gankin "fuck them" So play
as I'm getting my hustle on, ain't nothing wrong Now all my music, ain't just good wordplay Listen real close, niggas feel ery'thing I say Play it smart
jerk, it's on It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So
out for use of Harkus representing proof in you walkman Lockin' competition out of studios Everyday I live is like a musical Create my own score More funkier than shaft on my musical
accent sounds like the rarest culture Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic I felt reminded of my