spell either So you can let on that you knew me the way I needed to be known The ghost I am, I was long ago I gave my life to a memory of music And she
fantasy) Still I got to rehearse In my mind words? Could I really get by Still listen to every word So I knew that you were right For me You making me think twice And music
better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music
fur Istanbul Turkei fur Deutschland Und Deutschland fur Turkei Alta Das hier geht an die Clubs da drau?en ... Street Corner Music.. Rocky Omero Beatz
einen drauf als Sly in Rocky 3 das is line top3 oder stochern in nem Bienennest hort das ist der Song der die Bomber wieder fliegen lasst das ist fight-music
the clowns in congress and the belt around Orion Say goodbye to the tabloids, say goodbye to diet soda Say goodbye to new age music from the Capa to the
: [Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky" movie] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on
It's gangsta rap fault, that people are poor can't get enough to fucking eat or live their life That's rap music fault It's rap music fault, that we got
: Words & Music by Kirk Franklin, Buster & Shavoni Sometimes this rocky road Is filled with aches and pain Sometimes you win Sometimes you lose But
mansion on the hill Psychedelic music fills the air Peace and love live there still In that mansion on the hill. Around the next bend, take the highway to the sun Or the rocky
Nas is coming..") [Dre] Fuck it [Nas] What is it, what is it God? ("Nas is coming..") [Dre] Let's get together, make some fuckin music [Nas] Right
wallo's What they mad, cuz my wrist all stocky Bad broad on my arm, and my style too cocky Last name ain't Balboa, but they call me Rocky Come on, pa,
threw off a ledge If you tough we snuffing, Homie trust me nothing Is worse than knowing your beautiful but get treated like an ugly ducking So I'm Rocky
could stop her? Nuthin'. Hey, do a somersault All that platinum shit you bought? Nigga, fuck you thought, it ain't my fault Keep the wrist rocky, attitude
preconceptions, they will come unbound "Listen very close," my inner voice expounds "We are the human race, and we groove to the sound" Yes, we deliver the truth to our musical
I'm a ha ha Next to Lady Gaga In an I-pod Near kept in a .. I'm a fly guy? Well I'm not? I'm like tata I rock music I try to bisect for life like a Jewish
So you can let on that you knew me The way I needed to be known The ghost I am, I was long ago Because I gave my life to a memory of music And she just
