in your eyes that shined Now it's all in your hands and it feels so beautiful Now you can lay them on me as much as you like Now it's all in your hands
译文: 羊肉. 所有在你的手中.
that you make me feel Now it's all in your hands and it feels so beautiful Now you can lay them all on me as much as you like Now it's all in your hands
die I'm gon tell y'all something right now I'm too high my name is Snowman bitch I'ma sleep when I die We count money all day, why you think my hands
Cudi] Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your fire Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your fire Keep you hands up, get
the market Then squirt the Larkin Put your hands up, matter fact put your mans up Put your medina's and your lambs up, your grams up Talkin bout buckin
different Friends say I changed, they think I'm acting different At first all I wanted is to get my hands on riches Too busy chasing you, to nodes all
with God I asked God about His plan To save us all from Satan's slaughter If I give up one of my lambs Will You take me as one of Your daughters? 'Cause
Yesterday I saw you standing there With your hand against the pane Looking out the window at the rain And I wanted to tell you that your tears were not
there he stood upon that hill Abraham with knife in hand was poised to kill But God in all his sovereignty had bigger plans And just in time, You brought a lamb
O Y If you come from the bottom put your hands up The hood f*** up the rap then put your hands up You and your click get it popping' put your hands
got them saying bravo Welcome to the delivery two, this is my parcel And I'm a Sheppard my staff is working hard So the only lambs that I'll be rollin
be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life You niggas is livin lives, Santa Claus (?) in your stock in Hearin that shit that you droppin, but it was not that nice Both hands
'all, I mean y'all suckas that be rappin' You're soft like satin from hard skull crackin', aiyyo Nigga I'm the real Raw, all y'all others be fakin' Tryin
the conquest From out the physical bondage, the thought Launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination Now open your
my hand It's the silence of the lamb, go and cop another gram And twist with your zanny, work your set, work it down What's your net working plan? You
comin' You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes Just push the panic button on your
I opened it It said, "Bitches is out to get you Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz" "I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends
