understand You can never ask too much of love Love forgives your greatest sin With open arms to let you in You can never ask too much of love I know
Übersetzung: Take 6. Man kann nie zu viel fragen (Of Love).
lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take God as my witness, when thugs cry, too much
rain) we always play in the rain Too much of data can make the mind overload Scramble all logic not even you can decode (Where are we going, can we slip
love for you Cos am in love with you Girl, na you be the one and am losing my mind Baby, make you come closer, where you dey Wherever you are (wherever you
aimin' right at you, right at you, right at you So after a year and 6 months, it's no longer me that you want But I love you so much, it hurts, never mistreated you
on your triple beam How you luv that? Lexus wit the blue stripe Can you take that Apollo with the white ass pipes 100's, 1000's, millions, damn Like from 6
you fall for the bait thinking you safe Had that ass sweating like T.D. Jakes I want the ones, nigga, you non believers, you can ask your momma Now that
Castle points you too You're black takes on C4 Then white could C4 I must put in time to get mine, many hours to earn power Like the ashy hand, he should
't you come and take a stand? Now when I walk in the door, Girls they be sayin, "Peter is of the wall, Love the way he ball, got somethin for all of
that take place every night you wanna get up but you no your legs will ache if you try & you remember that your punter went crazy last night you drag
15 years on this lonely road I paid my own way, I carried my own load I never ask too much from no one, I was much too proud All I ever wanted was to
on the map I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's All of my killas can't see, fill the niggas on the drive-by ki's Ask me to bomb and I will Ask me to
This is, this too can be music. Anything can be music. FZ: Hello? Yeah, are you busy? Well I was wondering --this is Frank-- can you come, yeah, can you
my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet We can't even talk 'less you got the check, I guess
my children When they ask for grandpa and you somewhere missin It's too late homie don't even bother You know how much stress you done caused my momma Cause you
you had and Left you this way Still you pray, you never stray Never taste of the fruit You never thought to question why It's not like you killed someone
You're a pretty one. [Roxie Hart] Thank you, ma'am. [Mama Morton] Why don't you call me Mama? We can take care of you. You'd be happy taken down in
