is sent from Heaven above I'm truly, baby, I'm truly in love with you, with you And I wanna get it on, all night long c'mon I want to be with you all
翻訳: フォーでは息子. ウィズユー.
is sent from heaven above I'm truly baby I'm truly in love with you with you and I wanna get it on all night long c'mon. I want to be with you all the
was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree President number two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you
that u heard my scripture With four walls Give me the right brush and I draw all I promise I been thinkin before ya'll I barely get tired I'm rarely inspired And you
folks shake ya bones I'm talkin cyclones and "Terrordomes" like Mel Gib-son's My heat will cook you bwoyy, whooped you bwoyy! Mack came an shook you bwoyy
really gon' do some' What's wrong with you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one while
four bars Guru bring the chorus in, did you get the picture yet? I'm painting you a portrait of young Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you
peace [Kanye West] You know what, yo? you a bitch! you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip you should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit but all you
me, take me With the lights low, and you naked on the warm floor Me beside you, softly kissing, caressing Make love to her while
Tigger] I seen a couple websites try to put you on blast (uh-huh) with your relationship with homegirl with the real fat ass [Busta Rhymes] Who? You
(yo) Talking, talking the... you know what I mean (yo, niggas can't front on the uptown nigga) Yo, you know how, you know you know you know the deal, you
But you packed a lunch No D, to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way By the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl Four years, Jordan Never turned
you want to keep your sanity You'll teach yourself to write You were a child of sixteen With a twelve year old mind You came here numb and battered By
go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you
, c'mon May I ask you what you headed To the West for? I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty
say the strate is sick The devil's who you're fuckin' with (Chorus) Murda, murda, murda, murda (Layzie) I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by
You can come test realize you're no contest Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four Nine three eleven
