Traducción: Cene. Meu carros.
Uhh Uhh Jeah Cene This A Hot Record Right Here Tony Come On (Come On) I Hit That Bumper (Da Da Da Da Da Da Da) I Hit That Bumper I Hit That Bumper
[MAN:] hello [CENE:] hey baby we need to talk [MAN:] alright [CENE:] I know we just got together But I really don't want nobody in our business [CHORUS
fai, come sai meravigliarti per ogni piccolisima parte della vita e questa la grandezza... Io ho capito che per stare bene non servono vestiti e neanche cene
TV dinners, there's nothin' else to eat TV dinners, they really can't be beat I like 'em frozen but you understand I throw 'em in and wave 'em and I'm
Ah, yeah Scarface, Short Dog Yeah, ah, longevity Uh, fake niggas And you can tell 'em I said it I said muthafuckas is takin' the credit Been in the game
Paul and Silas bound in jail Had no money to go their bail Keep your eyes on the prize Hold on Paul and Silas thought They was lost Dungeon shook and
Why? These niggas want me dead betta' watch your step Put prices on my head 'cuz I cock my shit, and I pop my shit But I ain't gonna change I don't play
I forgive your weakness In light of all this bleakness You were merely human Destined to be ruined CH Startled as your brevity Turned to my longevity
Pay your rates Pay your own rates Pay your rates Pay your own rates If your rates too high Sign this letter If your rates too high Put your life on this
Put down your gun, punk Put up your dukes, son Why can't you be a man? Fight me one on one Don't need guns or knives to hide behind Bullets included,
[intro: inspectah deck] Uh, yea. In my time, I've seen a lot of people come and go. A lot of new faces, been to a lot of new places. Wherever we went,
Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of you parrotheads covered with oil (and feathers and signs and fins) Strummin' my six-string On
Simply Lorraine sings for a while In a three-octave harmonica style It's easy to see her harmony stabbing at my songs from behind Trying to stick
Got the eyes of a vulture As you gaze from your meaningless throne And the pain that you've been selling I'd rather die before I'd own I'll call you
I forgive your weakness In light of all this bleakness You were merely human Destined to be ruined CHORUS Startled as your brevity Turned to my longevity
We're moving mountains, isn't that enough? We're taking turns at turning backs, And forgoing our love. Distaste Is inevitable, and leaves a bad feeling
We haven't talked in a while. I stare out the window, mile after mile. You said I live in denial... Well so what if I cry like a child? I still melt
