reason, the churches are heaving The old folks they live their lives The old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks
译文: 一. 老人.
it in the end, You're gonna get it in the end. The old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks
an old folks home Why you have a nice room right there ahead of the stairs And a big soft bed yes no one's sleepin' there You have a big yardback out
I love dancing Crazy romancing Fellas advancing Constantly Marriage is for old folks Old folks, not for me One husband, one wife Whaddya got? Two people
the old folks are at home [ el.banjo - fiddle ] Just a village and a homestead on the farm And a mother's love to shield you from all harm A mother's love so true a
the old folks are at home [ banjo ] Just a village and a homestead on the farm And a mother's love to keep you from all harm A mother's love so true a
a chin Follows next a period spannin' Four long years with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war
somethin's comin' I like this sound of this somethin's comin' You can picture like a photograph, envision the image Of 125th street and Lenox The old folks
alley saw a man in a Land Cruiser In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger Heard shots from a steel bruiser Teflon in the seat took a pale
them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down Hit 'em up, peace up, A
an old man now, I can't do nothing Young folks don't pay me no mind But in my day I sure was something Before I felt the heavy hand of time I'm an old
bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest, We don put them other niggas on a hiatus, Beat ya bitch with a pump if
friends and even foes Each and every one of those, let em know I shine a globe, even in the dark, stay smart Stay sharp, as a harp played by a musician
this foolish track, so I spit my foolish flows My hands go up and down like strippers' booties go My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins Last time on a
I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick? What? Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl? I wanna get a taste of your
