[Talking] ... You're a mean one Mr. Grinch You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, And as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch! You're a bad banana
Addicted to razors Lashes to saviors Glued to the monitor Trained behavior Reduced to a number Mechanic enslavement A virtual prison Selected detainment
(performed by Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Wale & Pill) [Rick Ross - Chorus] Pork on the fork, widen the pot By any means if you like it or not Malcom X, by
chiude n'uocchio, e po' quanno e 'a sera che male 'int''e ginocchia... Musica popolare nasce 'mmiez''a gente ca nun tene niente... Musica popolare rosa
Son Las Nalgas,El Pelo O El Perfume Con Condon Para Despues No Tener Problemas en la suma No Se Si El Amor O La Bellaquera Que nos Une Que va A Virar Como Media
beats Feeding the pulse of the night It's the music of life Listen to the sound of the crowd Where the rhythm's so strong And the music is playing so
peddle sneakers and soda pop (pop pop pop) Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop (drop drop dop) Why not take your top ten pop hit fix the music and make
paid to peddle sneakers and soda pop (pop pop pop) Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop (drop drop dop) Why not take your top ten pop hit fix the music
were runnin out of patience Most of them gunshots you heard about, yeah They were pointed in the air cause the bullets were flares But regardless if the media
mismo que ardi yo como alcohol en las venas Luz de velas, vino, musica griega y me quede sin cordura caradura que despues de la cena me roba a medias
Es la sensacion de haber conpartido contigo media vida que me obliga cuando te canto tener mi garganta contenida. Amo cada carta que mandas sin ponerte
s got for Christ [Chorus: x2] Alexipharmic's an enigma in an envelope and riddle His rugged outer's countered by the soul of gold in the middle In his own life's music
noche estas en la mirilla. Ves los anormales y te escabilla. Dale juaniquilla, no le tengas miedo a la escuadrilla. Perrilla, que esa media tuya esta
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) Hate, lust, soul, rage You're so full of hate, you're so full of lust You're so full of soul, you're so full
(music: Annatar, lyrics: M. Konings) Farewell my son take care, it won't be long till the end of your crusade. embrace your god, ignore your fate
da polemica e politica Col resto dell? europa che ci osserva e che ci giudica Al momento terzo mondo di cinema e musica Trent?anni fa si spopolava anche
responsible for the environment we've created Where none of us will ever be safe Here comes the headlines and here comes the tears The media feeding us
your slave. You sold out your love. You sold out your love. It's just a game (Music and Lyrics Written by Bradley Boyer) (Underground Mass Media Music
