In his thoughtful transmission, the words lost sentence remain Sing his song, sing his song loud Structure, will you be the engineer? Where's your song
If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Orlando:super-cali-fragi-listic(its your boy O.B. super-
Buachaill o'n Eirne me 's bhreagfainn calin deas og Ni iarrfainn bo spre lei ta me fhein saibhir go leor 'S liom Corcaigh da mheid e dha thaobh a' ghleanna
A.W.O.L. Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? I go A.W.O.L. When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? I go A.W.O.L. When Hurricane's in the
writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?) He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got
me blow up (Boom!) Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends I just want to say I remember when [B.o.B.:] Well, it's B to the O, O to the B
go to try to leave (whoa-o-o) Something keeps pullin on my sleeve (whoa-o-o) I dont wanna but I gotta stay (whoa-o-o) these drugs really gotta hold
'm sorry for that argument we had On twelth street over a sale Knowing well that you was seekin' dough as well What we made up the same night Through the years remained
we are, my friend Once again I'm inclined to rhyme one time So won't you lend me your ear? 'Cuz it's clear That this here has no pain If this song was
allergic to ham Weak minds all aboard I see devils in the eyes of camcord' And my reward is to let y'all know I'm going out like P.L.O. whenever I go
key, and hard work is the fee For me to be The Great at the start and remain to be A threat, til the opposition is warned As long as a song, cause I was
sepulchre of gloom O, blinded fools of Jahve behold the creation of your lord! The Huntress rides no more , the Elder gods left this hoary planet And remains
a esta historia Stood minutes from time but you and I Survived through it all Dime que puedes sentir Que no termine este suei??o With this song and chance
of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life
the jam start the man's art'll jam parks Slam so hard it remains a landmark The rhyme that I'm stylin, smooth as a violin But Like any G.O.D., loose
blow up (Boom!) Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends I just want to say I remember when [B.o.B:] Well, it's B to the O, O to the B You
Zumbi e o senhor das guerras Zumbi e o senhor das demandas Quando Zumbi chega E Zumbi quem manda Zumbi e o senhor das guerras Zumbi e o senhor das demandas