Пераклад: Рэй Чарльз. Будзем жа.
won't grumble- I'll be holding your hand Though love no longer is in style, Height-ho, we'll only smile! We've got that flame, We'll be the same! Verse
my drop TOP haters starin at it but you can't have it tonight we going in, the same thing tomorrow and we gon leave em talkin bout YESTERDAY! (VERSE 2 - RAY
Who?) Come in the cars (Who?) Making him proud (Who?) Be in them spots (Who?) Where they ain't allowed (Who?) They want in a box, we'll take 'em to
kat I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me like I'm adolf, But ya'll cant see me, Ray Charles I steal whores I'll probably take yours because you
York Only the real'll cop it Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it The chronic, if you try'd it then
Where I belong) It's in a place with no racial barriers And we all ride high in chariots Where love means love When we all have the finer things So we
Money, Young Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me
' at the light I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel I'm a country nigga, ain't this many buildings where I live But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at? We
I gotta lay off the way ya?ll hate me like I?m adolf, But ya?ll cant see me, Ray Charles I steal whores I?ll probably take yours because you peel
all the cake I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me like i'm Adolf But ya'll can't see me... Ray Charles I steal whores, i'll probably take yours Cause
thing. We have to train ourselves. So that we can improvise on anything: a bird, a sock, a fuming beaker. This is, this too can be music. Anything can be
'll buy The same dude you shop with, I'm his supplier Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, yours truly that's me Hood rich or cocky, I just might be With my chain so bright, Ray Charles
Pierre Papadiamadis) Say no more I think you'll never understand I have refused the same demand All my life ! Say no more In my book there can be no blame
people to come out Man we strugglin', it's hard sometimes But tomorrow's better than yesterday I was born in the slums, struggled from day one Ray Charles
Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D. I be the bushwa freaker Coming through your speaker My jams be getting stronger While your shit be gettin' weaker
