a better day But you will give a little more And live a little less You will give a little more Just to find you'll live a little less than before
in a better day But you will give a little more & live a little less You will give a little more, Just to find you'll live a little less than before
译文: 磁. 小美女更多或更少.
'm bangin' in the west and I come to give you more and I will never give you less you will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press do
we is, we slide and divide If she ain't with it, I-95 Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more No more, no more, no more Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end up missin [
[Drake] What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waiting in my hotel room seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
most realest That ever did it, feel me flow And everybody want a little bit against A little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh A little taste
today, I don't know what else to say But I'ma get my shit together, it's now or never Now or never, now or never Now or never, now or never Uh, I'm
so the guitar, had to take the bitch off, and slay You might think I'm a rookie or an amateur, but put me on a panel or a channel I'll dismantle like
Allah bodyset Ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set Air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten On a mission, shoot your back out position Found missing
t come cheap It's got to be twenty for my princess [JOHN] Twenty dollars?? [ENGINEER] She's sort of a virgin, well more or less For twenty more
your hair style, they change theirs Change your nail style, they change theirs That's not Nastassia Presidental wifes and topless maids That's not Nastassia More or less
from the pain And you'd never lie again If looks could kill I was a fool to believe in you A sucker for every line I'm a little less blind than I was
today Hey mister, why'd you take my ticket away Even more to the point, how come I let you I could blame it all on you, or make up my mind to stay I
, it's such a crime Working on an inch less waistband In the strip mall wasteland outside of this town Or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen more
took a job part time at the five and dime Lord, times is hard, Daddy's pride is really hurtin', feelin' less than a man. Workin dark to dark, how much more
