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With Jeff Beck (The Yardbirds) · The Best of Jeff Beck [EMI] (Jeff Beck) · Eric Clapton/Jimmy Page/Jeff Beck [Box] (Eric Clapton) · Beck, Bogert & Appice (Beck, Bogert & Appice) · Beck Bogert & Appice Live (Beck, Bogert & Appice) · Beck-Ola (Jeff Beck) · Jeff Beck Group (Jeff Beck) · Truth/Beck-Ola (Jeff Beck) · Eric Clapton/Jimmy Page/Jeff Beck (Eric Clapton) · Best of Beck [Epic] (Jeff Beck) – and 87 other albums »


vou te levar pro céu
Pra onde você quiser
Eu tenho um beck pra depois
Pra brindar o infinito de nós dois, de nós dois, de nós dois

E hoje eu
O corpo fala tem sensor ativo
É o que me faz vivo, então se agacha e chupa a rola agora
Bye bye, não conta pro teu pai, essa é a manha da ariranha
O corpo fala tem sensor ativo
É o que me faz vivo, então se agacha e chupa a rola agora
Bye bye, não conta pro teu pai, essa é a manha da ariranha
O corpo fala tem sensor ativo
É o que me faz vivo, então se agacha e chupa a rola agora
Bye bye, não conta pro teu pai, essa é a manha da ariranha
her car? E type is the latest
How about the Yardbirds? Jeff Beck is the greatest!!
Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven
Ah! she's nowhere
you 

who I am, strapped with E-Double my man 

Back in Business once again, plus we backed by Def Jam 



This is the funk (huh) comin out
De dolce gabana , minha gata uns trama
Diz que me ama na cama me chama
Ela é má
Linda de lingerie vermelha 
Rebola em frente ao espelho
Faz que
a Beck's boy
Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-are-E
aí para viver, para encarar
(É) A vida pro que der e vier
É nóis que tá na fita agora, pode crê
Brasil crescendo, a gente tá aí para aparecer
Se você
you'd swear the mixer had fleas 
She's the mutilator, music carnivore 
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw 
You're still amazed by the way
Em* 322003 (gmaj6)

Intro
See slide up to d (repeat) d see
G (1st position) g (add an e on the d string) g see d (*riff)
G (1st position) g (add an e
rhymers runneth, over
See me in the camel Range Rover 
[Chop] And I won't stop for Jake 
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
[NOW] Show you
em guerrilha
Foto no jornal
Cadeia nacional
Viola e canto ingênuo do caboclo
Caiu o santo do pau oco
Foge pro riacho
Foge que eu te acho assim
Fulano
rhymers runneth, over
See me in the camel Range Rover 
[Chop] And I won't stop for Jake 
And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
[NOW] Show you
wrinkled
The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E
Say a rhyme for 87 not no 1983
Well versed, to rehearse, in my rhymes I might curse
Originality is
"When you wanna get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in your schedule, I'm flexible"
Expired tags on the Saturn
Got Kathryn Beck in the back in Daisy
arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My
it lou-wow-wowed
I'm black and I'm pro-wou-wowed

It's no more to me
A hidden mystery
Of stolen legacy
Of my history
Cause I know my culture
Of my
at you, new truck show it at you


Stay dipped right down to my feet - yeah
My underground tore 'em down by the street

It's me, the MC, the E - D.


O. U.
luck and your just gettin' by (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
If every fuckin' day you love to get high (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
If life really sucks and you just want to die
out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch
Just stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this
Hey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys
Baby Capone - 104

1. Si on é-tait à Chi-ca-go
Si c'é-tait la pro-hi-bi-tion
Je n'donn'-rais pas cher de ta peau
Tu f'rais bien de faire at-ten-tion
s toboju celyj věk
Ja těbe v lado?ke solnce podarju
I pro?epče? "I love you"

Ka?dyj děň smogu s toboju rjadom byť
I pozvolju
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
All yall niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
They know it, you know it
You know it, you know it
All my niggas be