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Bla. Bla. Bla. (Toots & the Maytals) · Blá Blá Blá (Anitta) · Broke, Black and Blue, Vol. 2: Broke and Hungry Blues (Son House) · You Only Hear What You Want to Hear (Krondes, John) · Do You Hear What I Hear?: Songs Of Christmas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Do You Hear What I Hear (Do-Re-Mi Children's Chorus) · Christmas! Do You Hear What I Hear? (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Do You Hear What I Hear? [Unison] (Scott Williamson) · Do You Hear What I Hear? [Sony #2] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Do You Hear What I Hear (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


of the outside
You know that's not where I belong, no
Every truth, everything I believed in
Has turned out wrong

It's all bla bla bla bla bla
You broke my
of the outside
You know that's not where I belong, no
Every truth, everything I believed in
Has turned out wrong

It's all bla bla bla bla bla
You broke my
of the outside
You know that's not where I belong, no
Every truth, everything I believed in
Has turned out wrong

It's all bla bla bla bla bla
You broke my
a monster
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla

Tom tom like in Lebanon
Hotter than in Pakistan
Click click click young nick, the atomic bomb
Yeah, see ya then you
And while you do that G-T's pullin' up
Yeah, spaceship E.T's in the cut, yeah
Pop a bottle just to get my head right
Tell a doctor go and get my meds right
wanna ride
It's gonna get a little lonely, that's right
The only thing you need to feel
Should have ?

Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla
Been talking so
Inside outside
Ra ra ra

Too many man talk nuff' bla bla
Talk like Dizzee ain't got a tempa'

Yo! Look!

Dillan's on a hype now
I see you doin'
got a careless nigga
Blast four times to the spine, now a dead nigga
Broke out, my bank real quick, blaze anotha one
Smellin' dead bodies mixed wid
got a careless nigga
Blast four times to the spine, now a dead nigga
Broke out, my bank real quick, blaze anotha one
Smellin' dead bodies mixed wid
D.J Clue, Desert Storm
You know how we do things
(uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea)
whachu bout to witness
[Fab] F A B O L O U
Of My Way Out Of My Way) 
All My Live Mother Fuckers Let Me Hear You Say 
(Out Of My Way Out Of My Way) 
By All Means Nessesary To Get Paid 
(Out Of My
being wounded by the mob
So do you want that? Not!

Love is like temperatures going out of hands
Just like those fans
That wreck the hall and smash
Pay attention everything I mentions is a ??
Like how to do with a move
Because the two sit I go by cash rules
Everything around me do movement
Hey I don't feel so good lately
I wake up with the thought of you penetrating my head
Instead I wanna fill my bed
With thoughts of us joined
Into Maxim's we will see them walk
Will they eat a piece of cheese or will they talk?
When they're loud enough we can hear their words
By night we are
bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe!
I am the bad,
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you

Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
Forced by my third leg, plead the fifth
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you

Groovy n****, jumped off of the peg
Forced by my third leg, plead the fifth
her,'Bla! Bla!'
(stupid!)
(Fuck, take a look at you now!)
I kicked the door open , threw her body on the freeway
Continued the chase, wiped the blood off
lets get married
can you believe that shit?
I had to pack my bags and move!

they say I gotta change my evil ways
and I'm workin hard at it every
heatbelt
When I blaze my private iron, you get dying like Saving Private Ryan
Momma crying, slugs flying
See we tote techs and broke necks
Shoot up
high
When I saw you, and I stood by
Just lookin at your onion girl I could cry, and I could lie
I mean I could try and say you ain't sweep me off my
on the run
You don't want to turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got  your keys
In my possession with my Smith and Wesson
Taking out all my
on me
When you least expect it, I got your keys
In my possession with my Smith & Wesson
Taking out all my agression
Check it out - you're looking
they karats
Hold on you hear somebody comin, you hear somebody gunnin
Them niggas that you run with is runnin
Cause it's (BULLETS OVER BROWNSVILLE!)