royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King
beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever
Traduzione: Crash Test Dummies. We Three Kings.
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though
her iPod She don't want me on her show though I guess I'm too hard She sat Kanye West down, and talked about his crash But she don't wanna talk about
or three screens watch a nigga be to the left I lean 50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king this
my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in Realigned mine knives in divine justice Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash
flat on backer Back to back like Mad Hatter magic Rabid mastif collaborative Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit (Dark days) Banded Louie-Louie (Park blades) Chemically bent-up but eager to crash
crash his weight upon the earth well, we wont go without a fight what's better than being the first? A new love: Catastrophe set courting the end A new king
boat It's hard to find like the grade A shit, with no cuts Tryin to stack like King Tut, and still bang the microphone up Demandin, clear lane for crash
[J-Ro] Yeah, Alkaholiks! J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift That's right We're not done Uh-uh, c'mon Ain't it drunk King, Tee, he drink wit us Defari, he drink wit
first to smoke a cigarette (she was the first) She once let me watch her make love (woah woah yeah) It was the kind of balance made by kings She took
il beat io scelgo tra i piu' fighi solo hit d'ora in poi te che cazzo te ridi sono strisce sopra un toy te che cazzo me sfidi sono un king tra i b boy
You can shake cheddar like me on the mic Hit your point, hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn Or wake
you cant tell It's like a plane crash one ticket straight to hell There ain't no O.R. and man there ain't no bail It's like a plane crash one ticket straight
Cars crash through the streets The west end waves break city heats The east coast storms fill in the sky Winter weekends Cold, unbearable Lifes so terrible
like a the plane and will new crash! Vivo cabron nunca me bajo de un avion And hight a like a the plane and will new crash! Ajajaj first clas! Heey Si
