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Bài hát Cyka Blyat - DJ Blyatman, Russian Village Boys. DJ Blyatman!. Russian Village Boys!. I don't care where are you from (Мне похуй). Let's destroy your *** home (Your *** home). Nobody can stop
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You'd be so nice to come home to. You'd be so nice by my fire. While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby. You'd be all that I could desire. . Under stars chilled by the winter. Under an August mo
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When I stole a twig from our little nest. And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak. I had my balls and my brains put into a vice. And twisted around for a whole fuckin' week "Why'd you do it?
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Intro. Oh, when the party's over. DJ. Verse 1. Looking so lovely. Feeling so right (I). Been working the whole day. Waiting for the night. Pre-Chorus. Now I'm leaving behind. All the stress in my
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
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mine O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life, life itself. O. D. 'd on life itself Writings appear on the wall. The curtains part and landscape fall. Well, their the writings done in blood
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Barcarole d'Amore!. Barcarole d'Amore. d'Amore! Die Tränen der Trauer die du hast geweint sie werden bald trocken er war nie ein Freund!. So schön war das Leben. du glaubtest es kaum er ging zu de
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I'd like to be the picture on your mantel. I'd like to be the window in your door. I'd like to be the feather on your pillow. I'd even like to be the carpet on your floor I'd like to be the star ou
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. Dangjang dallyeogal geoya. Say yes. Kkokkkok sumeora boil deut mal deut. Nan neol al suga eopseo. Urin gakkaunde meolli inneun geot gata. Machi long D I feel like long D. Woah woah woah. Woah woah woah. Woah
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This *'s special. DJ Khaled! And if I cry two tears for her. That will be the most that I would give to her. She left me stranded in my nightmares. Taking pictures of my memories she right
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nous, qui fut toi. Tu es le printemps, moi l'automne. Ton coeur se prend, le mien se donne. Et ma route est dj trace. Mourir d'aimer. Mourir d'aimer. Mourir d'aimer
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(Supa). . I see you every day. Walking down the avenue. I'd like to get to know you. But all I do is smile at you. Oh baby when it comes to talking. My tongue get so thight. This sidewalk
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wack. I pick up the phone and it's the D. (Whassup nigga?) He said he's comin' down at about two on the dot. So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot. And now I'm soakin', a brother
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