with excretement And your short-term memory Will fleetingly remember Our gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Traduzione: The Fall. Accordo tra gentiluomini.
I suggest you just believe dude? Everything he speak on, really true He's proved he would never mislead you Or treat you as nothing less than equal That's
Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he
like that I aint got the rules you agreed And I gave you what you need This is real, it's the truth, This is everything I can give you [Verse 3:] Ladies and gentlemen
in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home and
can pick the livest one out the crowd MC's you won't be around next year M.S. comin' from the rear [M.S.:] We see your kind many times (many times)
gettin' sent straight to bed You used to get whoopers when ya bought my beat But now she's all grown up and she's wantin' me The way you take it out
becomes new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to
akete yuku saraba jaa ------------------------------------------------ keitaro: well, today as usual we have a special guest. a wonderful guest has agreed to come here today. he's
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [
you' but I think we both agree. It's over now, it's over now, you see. It's over now, it's over now, you see. If I hadn'
good at turkey stuffin's She takes the cake - For she can bake Corn muffins; Corn muffins - He's not to blame for falling if she's able To serve them
stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave
is it coochie time? [Lil Voice] Nah, nah, it's not Gucci time It's time to speak the language of demigods [Big Voice] Yo, Apathy, yo Soul - it's time
new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home
