Baby's shoes. Baby shoes, baby shoes, Mother will never forget them, You have forgotten When your feet were bare, Mother remembers, She still has a pair Of baby shoes, baby shoes
译文: 儿童歌词. 婴儿鞋.
to say Was chased erased and then thrown away And day to day we live in a daze We march all around til' the sun goes down night children Broken dreams
(he used to be an animal) I used to be an animal (whoa, oh) But I'm all right now All right now, baby Twenty years ago we were children of war But we
rocks in my shoes, dirt in my eyes Working like a dog til the day I die You got to plow, plow to the end of the row I got rocks in my shoes when I plow
to the severity of the case Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes The same sense of survival and the same nothing to loose Your children, your
Town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do we go from here? Now that all of the children
like when Baby Boy met Ving Rhames Now that's so appealin', the veteran Still trappin', I'm back in the building Yeah, I laugh when I'm yappin' at children
niggas to understand this a new day New jewels, new shoes, new twos, new pay New trips, new clips, new whips, new K A million for my great grand children
They say that people are livin' in the street No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet Six black children livin' in a burned-up room One bare light
Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Coffee
's what that is pimp That's what that is pimp That's what that is pimp Now loving, is the size of my shoe And that's the new size that'll hold you, let
a care Girl if I was in you shoes he'd be outta there Your man is wak good for nothin' but flack I'd tell him to pack and hit the road Jack Who loves ya baby
I was down with UTFO Doug E. Fresh singin' a show for a big kid I had crazy rythem size 13 suede crews with thick shoe strings in 'em I was the baddest
the shit, yall ain't even the doodoo I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my Toobos So I'm slappin you fools with wooden paddles you stupid Baby sittin' low baskets like little afternoon children
neighborhood Build a store and sell their goods To the county of sips You know us po niggas nappy hair and big lips? Four or five babies on your crotch
the end of it That's why it's so easy to be a Benedict Or imitate 'cuz they wouldn't teach ya Algebra When you was eight Now you fornicate and you hate children
come around here And you're trying to take over the town Just because of back home, baby Oh, he puts you down Oh, baby, how he puts you down I know
