otro. Ocurre nada. Ya no hay nada logico Desvanezco en el asiento mientras te hablo de trabajo, tu de viajes con amigos ?Te acuerdas de aquel verano? Estoy a
down yeah put a little love in it. put a little love in it. put a little love in it before it brings you down put a little love in it. put a little love
: Eu queria ver no escuro do mundo Onde esta? tudo o que voca? quer Pra me transformar no que te agrada No que me faa§a ver Quais sa?o as cores E as
: (John Dowland) [Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil...]
on the D.L. I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L. Now I ain't no rapper Playa, I'm a game spitter Ten Gs a show That's the only way you 'gon
charmant a foutu l'camp Avec la belle au bois dormant Elle a vu cent chevaux blancs Loin d'elle emmener ses enfants Elle commence a boire A trainer
Banks was puttin out classics, A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die, Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly, Automatic mossberg, who want a
monde Je regarde passer les gens Qui defilent a la ronde Je regarde passer la vie J'ai l'humeur vagabonde Et je pleure et je ris De seconde en seconde
straight thug spin Sped up a little bit with gangsta talk with that harmony all over it hey! Bones sing, n mixed in with that street talk N then the lazy
Diddy: United we stand, United we fall N'Sync: Oh you know we've got to find a way Mary J. Blige: To bring some understanding here today N'Sync: Barricades
learn in brooklyn, look man, let me tell you something bout me, a-n to the g-i-e that would be double e, n-i-e said to be multi-talented i-e i spell,
ma voix, je compte jusqu?a trois, et tu vas t?endormir? Pourquoi tu veux pas dormir, pourquoi, tu dors pas ? Je te donnerais bien un somnifere, mais y?en a plus demande a
: Nous sommes tous a la merci du monde Qui change chaque seconde Nous sommes tous fait d?espoir De doutes, de hasards Mais vos regards sont nos phares
how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with
Fuck the D-E-A and the F-B-I I-R-S can kiss my ass, U-C-P-D, F-C-C Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you - "Hit 'Em Up" like 'Pac
lead son Split your fuckin' wig and leave you drippin', make you bled some I'm here to battle if you don't come with a weapon A lyrical monster - My niggas
Traces de rouge a levres sur mon polo Gucci Gangster et gentleman jusqu'a ma derniere bougie J'ai peut-etre laisse ma femme passer Si j'roule a 2 a l