Lyrics:
it's just my life
Uh, pull up in the rari, my h beside me
It's a two seater, your bh can't ride
H I'm sorry
Let's get it jumpin', call it center court
ahora lo hacemos mejor
Somos buena fusión h y h y yo
Amor de un artista pasión por el hiphop
Mi días pasan siempre junto a este hiphop
Crecimos juntos y
Han stormer frem og slår mørket tilbage
Hans kærlighed hører aldrig op
Han giver liv og er altid god
Hans trofasthed rinder
erős karom,
a billentyűkkel ne legyen bajom.
Egymillió van belőlük,
mégse ijedek meg tőlük.
C, D, E, F, G, A,H, C
C, D, E, F, G, A,H
Na hora H o cara tem que se virar
Na hora H o cara tem que se virar
Não é qualquer coisa que faz ela impressionar
Não é qualquer coisa que faz ela
Jesus, Du lever
Ved korsets fod der fandt Du mig
Min pris til Dig
skal høres i al evighed
Døden besejret
Din tomme grav har sat mig fri
e r .' My delusional arms spell out, ' o h , m o t h e r. Y o u a r e j u s t l i k e y o u r m o t h e r .' I keep making mistakes. Why, oh why do
Yeh tujko batana h
Thujse milke he tho
Mene yeh jana h
Yeh kese bahane h
Ruthne ke liye tho
Hazaro bahane h
Ek baar muskurana h tho..
Diil ke bhi saare
me H-A-T-E
We're welcome, we're on this show E-N-D
What the hell was that?
It's a battle name, tied down everything long before
Blaming all
T-H-U-G (U-G, U-G)
T-H-U-G
[Chorus: x4]
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday thugs
Everyday thugs we be Bone Thugs, ah
Haksİzlİk bu geen yİllar
GšnlŸm ok gen bedenim yaßlİ
Haksİzlİk bu eskiyen yŸz
Bana h‰l‰ ok uzak gŸz
Aynalar durun yalancİ
Aynalar deÛißmeyin
yeah, H Town, motherfucker
sit down
BKL mere jaisa banna chahta?
Kabhi nahi bann payega.
BKL mere jaisa banna chahta
Kabhi nahi bann payega.
Verse:
Hey!
Rupaiye ki baat h
Get out my face
You get doing too much
Bringing up on HuuH
Mouth never on hush
(FUCK)
You doing way too much
Made up for what It's never enough
H A double P Y
I'm feeling so alive
Everything's good
Everything is just alright
And I don't wanna bother
If it will last forever
Let the life be
grab game demon
C
Chet
H
Chet
E
Chet
T
Chet
It's Chet English, fiend for these bitches
C
Chet
H
Chet
E
Chet
T
Chet
Now watch the motherfuckin' wildest
a-b-c-d-e-f-g
h-i-j-k-l m n o p
q-r-s
t-u-v
w, x y and z
Now I know my ABCs
Next time, won't you sing with me?
a-b-c-d-e-f-g
h-i-j-k-l m n o p
(Whooooo)
Then slide off with a NBA jump-off
Or a nice lil' rapper, Whoever money stack up
Duke, Cop a little H-Tod shoe
And them little boxer dudes,
if Jesus can forgive us all the bad things we do I can forgive you
And you can forgive me
And we leave it at
G o o d n I g h t
G o o d n I g h
To tipo CA$H MAN fazendo dinheiro pra tudo que é lado,
Pois é verdade, eu sou macabro
O sonho de embalo, to no trabalho
Fazendo DIN, Super Sayajin,
no more
h-e-a-r-t baby can you hear my b-e-a-t
my h-e-a-r-t to the a-c-h-e
washed along the river
to the deep blue sea
nothing new could flow through
and dance with us
Ready, set, and go
A b c d e f g
H i j klmnop
Q r s t u v
W x y and z
I love my abc's
Come sing and dance with me I love my abc's Come sing
fir maut
Baand kamre me akela admi kar raha hai soor
Muskil h uki zindegi ya khusi ka hai soor
Khusi chaiye pehele apne waade ko tu tood
Darwaje pe he
me H-A-T-E
We're welcome, we're on this show E-N-D
What the hell was that?
It's a battle name, tied down everything long before
Blaming all
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