me unwillingly and slow From beds of everlasting snow? See'st thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous old, Far, far unfit to bear the bitter cold?
Traducción: Picada. Cold Song.
me rise, Unwillingly and slow, From beds of everlasting snow! See'st thou not how stiff, And wondrous old, Far unfit to bear the bitter cold. I can
a son of my mother's friend We had governin', who would of thought the love would end Like ice cold album, all good things Neva thought we sing the same song
You're sweet as a honey bee But like a honey bee stings You've gone and left my heart in pain All you left is our favorite song The one that we danced
Your sweet as a honey bee, but like a honey bee sting you've gone and left my heart in pain on your love is your favourite song the one we danced to all
glass, it is life, it's the sun It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush A knot in the wood, the song
What went wrong, summer song Splinter snag, wind vein ragged Faded trends, summer ends What's that, I thought I heard you say? Lunar scape and cold winds
, bust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, killa hill, resident, double dart agent Secret, intelligent, my rap style's flagrant Feel the sting
the Verrazano Get fined BB conduct on some King Tut Poverty struck, I seen the right to enter Uhaah took My cup runneth over, stressed out whenever I'm sober This cold
ties And making songs that are prolific, specific as terrific Move a body in the city to both sides of the Pacific I'm Dres and you are not You're cold
recording this song at New York's Bell Sound Studios in late June of 1961. Gene Pitney reportedly had a cold while trying to sing this song in the studio
piss in Now I shine watch me glisten remenissin Didn't listen folks told me id be killed I was hypnotized by gun smoke power And big bills cold chills
in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long Three tri three chrome, it's the same ol' song I seen the shades
glass, it is life, it's the sun, it is night ,it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun. the oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush, the knot in the wood, the song
