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drop, drop (What's next?). My bass, bass. My drop, drop. My bass, bass. My bass, bass, b-b-b-b-b (What's hot?). My bass. My bass, bass. My drop, drop. Chopped vocals. My bass, bass. My drop, drop. My
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(Bator/James/Tregunna). Hot love and cold steel/Struttin' like Pink Panther. Ain't got no plans/I ain't a boy and I ain't no man. Hanging on the corner/Just waiting for some action. There's cops
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(Bator/James). A pretty angel flew close to the ground. Angel crashed and was never found. Singed her wings on the neon lights. A deadly love affair with the night. Chorus. Pretty baby scream
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. That remember when I came through. The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74. Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home. . Word up, the new album gon' be the * baby. Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus
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(Bator/James). Tick-tock goes the clock. Almost time, say goodbye. Wolves scratching at the door. Pass the gun, don't look suprised. Light me one last cigarette. Never mind the screams. This
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(Bator/James). The city eats it's children of dust from the cradle to grave. Drag their captives through the deep-sleeps of life. Ghosts of. dream-dwelling slaves. The stranger scares the
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Song I'm No Stranger To The Rain . Singer Joe Diffie. I'm no stranger to the rain. I'm a friend of thunder. Friend, is it any wonder lightning strikes me. I've fought with the devil. Got down on his
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Cento di queste rondini. alte nel cielo blu. questa e' una terra arida. grande e' la tua tribu'. prendi mogli e buoi. tutti i figli tuoi. cento di queste rondini. la pace sia con voi
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Nihilistic. Short fuse, burnt cross. Scepticism. Flows through my veins. No devotion. No bridge un-burnt. Devastation. A moral war Blind faith. Washed minds. In the Church Of Nothing Blank
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. That remember when I came through. The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74. Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home. . Word up, the new album gon' be the * baby. Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus
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welcome home again. It's too late for apologies they're falling at my feet This is just the way of the world Joe said. I had to put a bullet into his head. And then lit up a cigarette. Decided to call
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In these days of depressing times. There stands one final truth. There's no doubt in my mind at all. The future belongs to the youth So take a stand and show them the best you can do. The odds
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(b. Holland/l. Dozier/e. Holland, jr. ). . I need love, love. To ease my mind. I need to find, find someone to call mine. But mama said. . You can't hurry love. No, you just have to wait
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Bài hát T. h. e (The Hardest Ever) - will. i. am, Mick Jagger, Jennifer Lopez. Jennifer Lopez - Hook. You can go hard or you can go home. You can go hard or you can go home. You can go hard or you
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time let a clip flow through your body Got. the macks he, got the nines I, got the gats he, got the ride we, rolling out Chorus. . Verse. . 2 Freeway Verse. two you in my will then b h***you close
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(Bator/James). Video games train the kids for war. Army chic in high-fashion. stores. Law and order's done their job. Prisons filled while. the rich still rob. Assassination politics
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(Bator/James). I got the feeling - hey. Whoops - hey. Now. world powers. collided in the final stage. History. Black castle remnants. of the indrustrial age. Secret war exploded into nuclear
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found. The system that we know ain't sound. Don't you go throwing your weight around. No no Joe 'Cause the Kaiser tried . it and Hitler tried it. Mussolini tried it too. Now they're all sitting
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kickin' like solar As I memorize, advertise, like a poet. Keep you goin' when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know it. But rough that's why the middle of my story I tell E. B. Nobody beats the R, check
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Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go,. Don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go. You got to realize this is the wind-up,. You're gonna feel much better once you made your
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(Bator/James). If you're living outside of the law. Run to your hole-in-the-wall. Bohemian hideout, a smugglers' inn. Find safety and refuge within. Strangers' bazzar. Doesn't matter who you
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Verse. To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided. Corn rolled by a L. A. Bitch. And I can't forget. My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted. Thermals under that Pelle *. I
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your soul, yeah. Let this music into your body, yeah. Let this music into your body, yeah. Church. Verse 2. If it feels real and the vibes chill, then it is real, so trill. If it got a little dirt, grit
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(bass). Chad wackerman (drums) (somebody in the crowd yells in something in french. what is it? ) You know today the church is in a terrible state. the bucks just arent rollin in like they used to
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A car has killed a friend down in Chicago, thousand miles away. A car has killed a friend down in Chicago, thousand miles away. When I read the news, night came early in my day J. B Lenoir is dead
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?. You're ridin' with me Eric, you're in good hands. You're ridin' with the blues Don't you know you're ridin' with King?. Yes, yes, you're ridin' with the King. I wanted to say B. B. King but you know
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Bài hát Take Me To Church - Jasmine Thompson. My lover's got humour. She's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval. I should've worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak
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Bài hát Take Me To Church (Hozier Cover) - Ellie Goulding. My lover's got humor. She's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval. I should have worshiped her sooner. If the heavens ever
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Bài hát Take Me To Church - Neon Jungle. My lover's got humour. She's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval. I should've worshiped her sooner. If the heavens ever did speak. She's
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Bài hát Take Me To Church - Hozier. My lover's got humour. She's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval. I should've worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak. She is the
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bitches is broke still. I be talking cash, ***, while I'm popping my gold grill. I'm a whole rich bitch, and I work like I'm broke still. But the love be so fake, but the hate be so real. Bridge Cardi B. El
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Bài hát Walkaway Joe - Trisha Yearwood. Momma told her baby, girl take it real slow. Girl told her momma hey I really gotta go. He's waitin' in the car. Momma said girl you won't get far. Thus are
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, H E A V Y D, O V E R W E I G H T. Lover in the house, on the smooth tip And I'ma rip this, then I'ma hop hip. Better yet hip-hop, 'cause you're a drip-drop. Small as a pebble, while Heavy D's a
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I found America had another corner of my wallet. It's a well kept secret, thought that I had better swallow it. Thought they'd make me spit out the truth. Before they find you're lyin' about your