so sweet 'Til she came for me. Come sweet Death Sing me a serenade To wash away The blood that stains Every single part of me. Come on Death Play me
译文: 新世纪福音战士. 来吧，甜蜜的死亡.
come to doing this and I be banging on my chest and I bang in the east and I'm bangin' in the west and I come to give you more and I will never give
She's a lover, baby and a fighter Should've seen her coming when it got a little brighter With a name like Dani California Day was gonna come when I was
world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet Sade Sade, don't you know I love you sweet
Money coming in fast like the road walk.. back [Cory Gunz] Whistle for my family, my label and my set It's Young Money til my day the death, tell the
Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I'm a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming Huh, aint nothing sweet
legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top
new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Uh-huh of course, 'fore you say what you say, hot damn My, how the boys roam, from roaming, Loc and come
m on ya aaaaass! I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens] I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies
you I want it more than truth I can taste it on my breath I would give my life Just for a little, a little death So I'll come by and see you again
The taxi driver thought I was insane, Brown girl from the Bronx showed me her home, We went there by subway train She took me there time and time again Love was our sweet
I am waiting for your essence Baby, sweet baby, I wanna feel your breath Even though you like to flirt with death Baby, sweet baby, can't get enough Please come
made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror Blackula comes
Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I'm a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming huh, aint nothing sweet
