译文: 水星，丹妮拉. 最美丽的美丽.
Married to the game, she even got a wedding ring Six white cars and I put that on everything White Benz, white Porsche, white Bent White Range, white
Ya, full of all kinda drugs high is just a rap pussy Nigga betta not get too close nigga betta not try to push me We got them thangs I mean them thangs
Cherry, cherry, boom, boom Yeah, yeah, up all night feeling like a [Incomprehensible] Living in a nightmare, looking for a dream I wanna live so free,
nos va a enganar Ay! No terminaremos Por un bello embustero No nos va dividir No, no nos va a incitar No vamos a sufrir Por un bello embustero Confiaba
Give it to me baby Uh-huh, uh-huh Give it to me baby Uh-huh, uh-huh Give it to me baby Uh-huh, uh-huh And all the girlies say, "I'm pretty fly for a white
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Lo cardillo I Stó' criscenno no bello cardillo... quanta cose ca ll'aggi''a 'mpará: Ha da ire da chisto e da chillo, li 'mmasciate isso
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleep ye little baby When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little horses Way down yonder in the meadow Lies a
I don't want a black and white Cadillac car I don't want a black and white Jaguar I don't want a black and white blue-jean scene I just want for you
Hushaby, don' you cry Go to sleepy little baby When you awake you shall have cake And all the pretty little horses. Blacks and Bays, Dapples and Grays
Rush Limbaugh's on the air again proving they're all guilty until proven... When he hits the captive rush hour they'll be laughing right along. Aunt &
ALL PRETTY HORSES Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy, little baby When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses. Blacks and the bays
Wo man geht wo man sitzt und steht ist vom Radio heut' nur die Red'. Vom Kellerloch bis hoch zur Mansard' ist alles drin vernarrt. Manche Maid wenn schon
Am I alone in this world Can somebody hear me Or be near me am I blind to the love The beautiful love of God Here I am standing before a crowd Trying
Nothing's the same, Fading away, fading away. You've been worn, You've been worn, You've been warned for the last time. Don't it hurt? Don't it hurt?
In the light of my fire I see footsteps in snow In white-out conditions My eyes have no view In the light of my fire I see grey sticks in snow In white
My hands clasped tight, saliva spills From my mouth down to the pavement Sitting alone I see the girls In uniforms walking to school Rising to my feet
