Lyrics:
keď nemal nic
Koho chcú baby kúriť jak Heets
Ktože má na účte 5 číslic
Ja ne...ale budem
Ja staviam kariéru, ty lego
Na všetko sám, nemám kolegov
Celý
Jenny Neale
Down in Beale
Gave her papa the air
Left him cold
Got him told
Said she didn't care
Old Joe, her beau
Looked just like he
and Jawbones
Bernie Holland: Electric Guitar
Chris Neale: Harmonica
Corky Hale: Harp
Chris Mercer: Tenor Sax
Steve Gregory: Tenor Sax
Mike Stoller: Electric
and Jawbones
Bernie Holland: Electric Guitar
Chris Neale: Harmonica
Corky Hale: Harp
Chris Mercer: Tenor Sax
Steve Gregory: Tenor Sax
Mike Stoller: Electric
Chris Neale: Harmonica
Corky Hale: Harp
Chris Mercer: Tenor Sax
Steve Gregory: Tenor Sax
Mike Stoller: Electric Harpsichord
Strings arranged by Richard
Cowbell, Claves and Jawbones
Bernie Holland: Electric Guitar
Chris Neale: Harmonica
Corky Hale: Harp
Chris Mercer: Tenor Sax
Steve Gregory: Tenor Sax
Mike
no drip
You know that we moving equipped
I'm never not keeping it real
Roll up a quarter like Jermaine O'Neale
I shoot it and score it like Bradley
ti chiami
Mi puoi tenere un pò di compagnia
E Neale canta una canzone
Per non pensare alle sue paure
Mi siedo accanto a lei canto anch'io
Buttiamo
robale kakgotso
Mme motswadi Neale lucky
Gobale wena
A moya wagago o robale ka kgotso
Freud
A wszystko co widzisz jest
Odbiciem Ciebie Neale Walsch
Bądź moją Amaterasu i mym kosmodromem
Onna Bugeisha mój wehikuł czasu na drugą stronę
Ja
older.
Every time I feel like I've been cheated
Turns out it's exactly what I needed
So darling please
Don't as me.
Lael Neale, are you real?
air
older.
Every time I feel like I've been cheated
Turns out it's exactly what I needed
So darling please
Don't as me.
Lael Neale, are you real?
air
O'Neale
Better up my deal, that's embarrassing
You call a average Joe I bring Harris in
And now the crowd got chills
You flip a Patty I'm making the Mills
Hill, ’38 Zora Neale
Yo, a nigga did a babymoon, we first kicked it in Amsterdam
Just so happened we felt ya first kicks in Amsterdam
Left the telly in
They say that pride comes before the fall, but what of those with no pride at all
What happened to us
Rather, what happened to them
Zora Neale said,
Brüder essen hab die Bag voll mit Cheese
Ich hab mein Dream gechaset und ihn gecatcht so wie Meek
Hab ne Riesenbag gemacht yeah, Shaquille O'Neale
Hab die
we sing this tune
We's cool
Like Fela Kuti
And Miles Davis
Jimi Hendrix
And Ossie Davis
We's cool
Like Betty Davis
And Zora Neale Hurston
Lena Horne
mute
Now ya see how I got these flows
Zora Neale hearse them how I write these poems
Can't waste my time my love
My plate it weighs enough
Get put in
T Dubois
Nat Turner Harriet Tubman Sojourner Truth
Yaa csantewaa Marcus Garvey Haile Selasie
Langston Hughes Neale Hurston Louis crmstrong
Rosa Parks
humor, Shaquille O'Neale che fa l'amore in Mini Minor, Casadei, dove sei? I want you freedom! Tutto ciò che c'é c'é già. Allora nei miei pezzi che si fa?
Mamie Neale, down in Beale,
Gave her papa the air,
Left him cold, got him told,
Like she didn't care,
Poor Joe, her beau,
Looked just like
the shine like you got to shine in this world
Zora Neale Hurston told her story and they kicked her out of new york city just like jesus christ in gallilee,
fortsatt money in the rap game
Jeg og Ice og Lotion vi er boys for real
Ekte fuckings ballers sånn som Royce O'Neale
Kom opp i dette spillet lagde noise
Motherfucking Mosiah Garvey
And I got a problem with you too!
Jimmy Baldwin!
Zora Neale Hurston!
Twelve Years a Slave here
Whitney
What do you want with me?
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