You've got a lot of nerve Gonna get what you deserve You've gone around the curve You got a face like Raphael You got a heart like a blue whale And your
译文: 教会. 她来在歌唱.
me down) Take me down to the little white church Take me down (Take me down) Take me down (Take me down) Take me down to the little white church Take me down, come
But don't take her out of my life Don't take her out of my life What would I do without her tell me now Let the bird sing With the coming spring Let the church
the music died? We started singing bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singing
I don't know when, long time gone And it ain't coming back again Deliah plays that ol' church pian'a Sitting out on her daddy's farm She always thought
back If she with it, I'm a hit it from the side Give her what she wants in the lac She a freaky and I can see it in her eyes She can go tit for tat,
Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the whole goddamn place down I'm over past that Coming into the
[Intro] Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend) We gon' do one more offerin right now We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes And we gon' do one mo
a broken wing she still sings She keeps an eye on the sky With a broken wing she carries her dreams Man you ought to see her fly One Sunday morning she
worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the
how the shit gon' go Follow me, come on I know you came to party so, get up on yo feet Yeah baby, just trip that body and sing along wit me, come on
Native nuts get these Mark ass bustas acting hard, bitch please Have you ever heard the sound Of a meat cleaver swinging? Head in a handbag, hoe church singing
[Chorus: singing] There's a war in the streets tonight And nobody's really feelin' alright I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic I know now
run through his mind Take a hand on my sister, J Blige As I listen to her life go down, watchin' her life spin round On them records, every track she sing
I'll go to pray And I'll sing the praises of my Makers name Like I was as good as she made me And I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
about you?] E-40: Our age, five-years-old we were young bucks scrubbin' each others backs in the bathtub Babysitter would send you to bed but she would make me stay up so she
to know I just had to grow So its goodbye, first love and I hope you're fine I have a sweet woman, maybe someday she'll have babies by me (She pretty) She
