Big City Life, Me try fi get by, Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try. Big City Life, Here my heart have no base, And right now Babylon de
How I wish it was true That it wasn't a dream But the fucking truth One day I'll touch with my hands I'll see with my eyes And it will be the best
Over Here Jabbing Your Jibbs Wuffing That Old Bull Shit Ese Befoe I Shot Verse 4: Im From The City Of Cyclones,Tucos, And Pequenos Throwing All My Gang Signs
I'm a killer for realer my momma still with child chilla blood drippin like vanilla when im shooting a willa brown pride east side twenty years old
I got a new life baby, It takes some getting used to but... Chorus: No sign of any rain My skies are clear today I keep bracing for that hit But there's not sign
Cuando supe toda la verdad senora, ya era tarde para echar atras senora, yo era parte de su vida y el mi sombra. Cuando supe que existia usted, senora
Signor giudice le stelle sono chiare per chi le puo vedere magari stando al mare. Signor giudice chissa chissa che sole si copra per favore che le puo
Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised Great is the Lord
Angels: He isn't in the garden Nor on the golden stair We searched beside the campground But we couldn't find him there You know He's very busy For
If all I've done At last should come to nothing And all I love, like sand be washed away Still I will sing Of Your unfailing glory On bended knee I'
Grande es el Senor digno de alabanza grande es el Senor viva su palabra Grande es el Senor honra a su grandeza grande es el Senor que cumple sus promesas
(1st Verse) I gotta crazy little lady, she's a wildcat She's up the fourteenth floor, has a two room flat She's my honey lovin' baby Hep cats call her
Il faudrait se mefier de tout D'une evidence comme la pluie Surveiller chacun d'entre nous Et ses voisins et ses amis Il faudrait se mettre a genoux
20 My lyrics so fat they made me go and call Jenny Used to be poor like penny, not Anferne, but Janet Until I unleashed my poetry upon the planet Harder than granite
corse colle moto con il 125 per il Corso a far le lingue radioloni sempre a palla per un pelo stare a galla anche con cinquanta lire ti sentivi un gran signore
le corse con le moto con il 125 per il corso a far le lingue radioloni sempre a palla per un pelo stare a galla anche con cinquanta lire ti sentivi un gran signore
i campi di grano dimmi di chi sono, a chi appartengono di chi sono i diamanti della Sierra? di chi e tutta l'acqua della Terra? delle multinazionali, dei signori