hard every day Do the same at night But still my baby Ain't treating me right Tell me baby, baby, baby, baby What can I do? Do I have to shut your mouth
work hard everyday Do the same at night But still my baby Ain't treating me right Tell me baby baby baby baby What can I do? Do I have to shut your mouth
译文: BB国王. 闭上你的嘴.
thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!) [D-Loc] What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every
with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king, king Two years ago
tell em D-Loc (Violent J - Spit!) (D-Loc) What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every
(Come on, you ridin' this dick) Yo, fuck being a prince, I'm the king of the south It's the Birdman, daddy stick the gag in ya mouth It's the Boss Hog
that we would take the torch and run wit it Be serious, but still have a little fun wit it MJG, from a town that runs real deep Ask B.B. King and Isaac
net a fine catch with skulls full of saw dust (well I've got the match!) "On with their heads!", hear my royal decree "shut your mouth". "it could open your
had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped I got money in the bank, I can still get high That's why your
mouth Shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch Shut ya mouth, shut your mouth Shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch Shut ya mouth, shut your mouth
the whole wide world she's a stupid bitch if there ever was a bitch, she's a bitch to all the boys and girls Kyle: SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH CARTMAN!
zu, it's the brooklyn zu Let me tell you mother fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu Yo, I be in this game, the buddha monk fuckin up your stamina Shut your mouth
a whole mile Too overconfident to keep a low profile Pump your brakes, stay in your lane A bunch of fakes chasing fame I'll punch your face and take your chain Sit your
like Steve Stoute Shut your mouth [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some love Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village I lyrically pillage at a high percentage And you critics keep your mouths
goose You couldn?t converse if you had fuckin' react juice So hold your corner as I fuckin' bless this mic in here I?m eatin' through your crew like Stephen King
