Vieste na hora exata Com ares de festa e luas de prata Vieste com encantos, vieste Com beijos silvestres colhidos pra mim Vieste com a natureza Com as
: Vieste na hora exata Com ares de festa e luas de prata Vieste com encantos, vieste Com beijos silvestres colhidos pra mim Vieste com a natureza Com
Seems like we're holdin' on forever I gotta let it go Time's up, you pushed me to surrender Tonight Who knows, what happens now, whatever Wherever the
Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers Who want to get involved in this war
If I have to go I will be thinkin' of your love Oh somehow you'll know You will know Thinkin' of your love Sadly they whispered away As I played the
[Intro] N-gga I ain't f-cking around, SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [50 Cent - Verse 1] I go hard full time, duck when
Please believe that Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way
Seems like were holding on forever I gotta let it go Times up, you pushed me to surrender Tonight Who knows what happens now whatever Where ever the wind
I'm sending out a message to myself So that when I hear it on the radio I will know that I am fine I will know that I am love I warned myself of the
How did she fall in love, Tired and shaken up , Could it be hangin' around's enough No one was foolin' when we're told about the sense and sensibilty
Some folks' lives roll easy as a breeze Drifting through a summer night Heading for a sunny day But most folks' lives, oh they stumble Lord they fall
Alright Tell you 'bout Dirty now Tell you 'bout Dirty now Tell you 'bout Dirty now Tell you 'bout Dirty now Check this out, alright, alright Yea I'm
The angel gabriel from heaven came, His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame; 'all hail', said he, "thou lowly maiden mary, Most highly favour
All day long I sit by the riverside Watching the sunrise and the colors it brings Here I can sing, 'cos there's no one around Some birds fly above
[answering machine beeps] [Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Michael, message to Michael He sings each night in some cafe In his
When I am fast asleep, I dream And see you floating high above me And I awake at dawn Before the rays of morning paint the front lawn From on the bedroom
