for you The gallows on the hill cast a shadow for two As me and my love hang alone at high noon So this is me getting over you, getting over me
Μετάφραση: Τα παιδιά στον δρόμο. Να πάρει πέρα \u200b\u200bαπό σας Να πάρει Over Me.
died for you The gallows on the hill cast a shadow for two As me and my love hang alone at high noon So this is me getting over you, getting over me
This is me getting over you getting over me The line is breaking The sun is sinking There's nothing I can do To get back to you There's nothing I can
a nigga and these streets gonna rise Some how some way, some how some way I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise, some how some way Some how some way
I love you And you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I'll be true to you [Verse 4 - 50 Cent]
you Its only fitting cause Im looking super fly with you A flower, you are powerful, you do something to me cause girl I caught the vibe like you threw something to me
than any sergeant The paralysed feel me, the blind see me And the deaf can hear me And the smart fear me Wh-which side you on? Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you
a half bad till the fagots came, got the weed man need me at baggage claim in the same way never has the status change so when i tell you i love you,
puff Just play your role and you can live it up [Chorus] You think you using me Like this games new to me But you ain't confusing me You just want jewelry
mobster Frazier to a hater I'll box you like a boxer Money don't change my thoughts you're an imposter Thought you passed me but I caught you like I gotcha
to long So niggas told me, "Please let me go to the peasant" No, let me stop, chow, baby [Common] Baby, baby, baby! Kids call me coffee because I *jugga jugga jugga* drop! And you
the sands of time [Bizzare:] Why you little I've seen you big boy [Natasha:] Drop me in the middle [Bizzare:] Tasha bizzare [Natasha:] Drop me in the
you think you got the shit in? You gotta get in where you fit in, bitch Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass bitch Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can
, ghetto classics We just black people gone and lost our mind We just really trying to draw the line Open up our eyes, before we get left behind Let me tell you
a breeder wont bore you, what happened to a time you wrote a ryhme and people adored you? and now you say one ting the breeder will scortch you, thats
So I suggest you listen close, trust me you could be a star So what do you think? Do you still wanna live like me and him? You make me sick, you talk gun talk, you
