sounds We used to stay out all night long Living on radio sound You keep ringing.. ringing.. ringing.. Whatever happened to your song? It's just how the radio sounds
keep ringing in my head Whatever happened to your song? It's just how the radio sounds We used to stay out all night long Living on radio sound
Traduzione: Guglielmo Tell. Suoni.
flow So fire up the bud for them niggas today 'Cause we be bumpin' with the groove Gettin' blowed away Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin
can't do it I can't see it, look Damnit, I can't blow it I got a judge tellin me my lifes key They will throw it Nuh-uh, no sir I plan to have a chauffeur
s a-d-o-r's He saved me, bro, when grace seemed so hard But nevertheless, there's none better the best Is Jesus, I don't fight but will step to my flesh
could be a night to remember, but you still give me nightmares I?ll never forget. I?m sleeping with the lights on tonight so before you go, I?ll tell
could be a night to remember But you still give me nightmares I could never forget I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight So before you go, I'll tell
The sound of money the sound of pain Made me start thinking I'm better off insane She's so tired that she hardly speaks You can tell she lost her one
New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to get it on So listen up close and listen up well Cause the Brother Marquis has a story to tell
And last but not least, marvelous J.P., And we can't forget Cisco - we're glad you are free So one day to your kids you will tell the story Of how the
you say Will make any man want to stay 'Cause being with you is all I ask And fucking you will be my task My lonely nights will be filled with fun No
get mentioned But we don't care; thanks for your attention An underground sound, talkin' shit off the street That Ghetto Style with a hard-ass beat Our explicit lyrics tells
alone in this big world They wanna make moves but they're searchin for answers Should I believe in something I can't see Can I be free or will they laugh
it's all good? Put the real in it phony, don't trip like ya know me The 2 will crack you down and have ya fallin' when around Check the sound - we puttin
play a grown man's game Tear that a*s out the frame, completely get that a*s kicked Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin in the casket How long will
throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds The whole
conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell
