all the things you are,are mine yeah yeah. all the things you are,are mine,some day my arms will hold you now. all the things you are gonna be mine.
you All the things you are, come to mine All the things you are, come to mine All the things you are, come to mine All the things you are, come to mine
Traduzione: Michael Jackson. All The Things You Are.
about all the things That you said we were to gain? What about killing fields? Is there a time? What about all the things That you said were yours
guns First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love This is chess, not checkers, these are wrong shots After your next move I'll give you what
promise that I'll do (If you just, If you just) All I can Things will get better if you just hold my hand (yeahh) Nothing can come between us if you
sacks and brothers in his hat, doin' Michael Jackson. Doesn't know her dad, since he dropped her on her head. and if there's one thing I can say, is she takes all
all can't rhyme And it's about time that I put y'all in line Twist your mind, with twisted rhymes As weird as Michael Jackson's nose from the side Flows
hide your friends are all associates of mine Dont be a stranger come over some time I got coke if you do lines, you get a Rover to drive If you hear the
all you cats Y'all washed up and I run rap's new Laundromat With sicker flows than what you find inside of a catheter Ends of battles I'm in are best
stoppin' him Make famous dead people hop up out a coffin and Do the Rockaway, on some Michael Jackson "Thriller" shit Got my own style, I don't care if you
sayin No sell-out niggas Send shout out to my boy Junior sharp All you true gangstas all you true bud smokers All you hype muthafuckas, all you crabby ho's All you
So 'do you know..' who you're fuckin with Cause when you step to the Posse you get your wig split I see you carbon copy rappers don't understand Cause
kind of sick you, wanna show you what clips'll do Nothing ain't funny, these slugs ain't here to tickle you Splash, you see the flash, but the D's ain
Oh Dr Dre. Or should I say Dr Gay. You are very bad man, you diss the wrong motherfucker. You think Osama won't diss you black biaaatch. [verse 1:] Things
Ahh, you so crazy, is what somebody told me You can't hold me, so why you actin bold G? Come correct when you steppin dude, don't get rude or I might
heart You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes You're paralyzed
you were chosen from the start, never gon let you go, [THE GAME] Who's Michael Jackson, Your Michael Jackson, Im Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson