Bad men got no law Bad men got no stop Bad men go nah no sittin' With reporter ? ? ? Bad men gonna sting Bad men gonna see it all You never see bad
译文: 雪. 坏，但.
whole chick Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make hits But I still take bricks So icy CEO, I'm a fool with the snow
ll piss or shit on your pad or your pen Go ahead, gather your men The few left stragglin in after I been clappin had to pretend It wasn't so bad, bustin
Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing Toy stores are out of control, and kids singing That night before Christmas, dashing through the snow
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele say hell no 'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow Follow these
The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil
of been no weather man I tell you where the high is and where the low at When it gonna rain dog where the snow at And where the snow at it ain't got to
her hair white as snow and her pale blue eyes Sayin' "I gotta go, I gotta go The bomb and the bread basket are ready to blow" In this town of men with
): "Am I first? I'm so nervous. Oh, winter's the season For cold and for snow... Uh, for snow..." Prairie: "The snow, Grover, the snow!" Grover: "Oops
long way to go When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come We've got a long way to go It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer That all men
ride From Detroit to East LA [Bob Rivers as Eminem:] Is this a white Christmas? Hell no, my man I'm leavin' blood in the snow and smacking fat men You
again', Damn ya'll n-ggas need heart, I'm the wizard you tin man, It take 10 men to get the heart of this one man, Cuz no ten men would go as hard as
bad curve up ahead And if by chance I hit that ice I might wind up dead (Yeah you listen to the night show for all you truck drivin' men I got a brand
me I spent one lonely winter in an old line shack With beans in my belly rain on my back A ration of coffee and a mountain of snow With cattle to attend
stick I'm on. ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every TV screen? four legs good, two legs bad, four legs good, two legs bad. who
by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies the
can really tell the twins apart I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya My bitch is cocked to bang men in
