please, girl please, don't break my heart Please don't break my heart 'Cause I can't see you without me, I need you girl Please don't break my heart
Пераклад: Ні адзін орган. Калі ласка, не Break My Heart.
please, girl please, don't break my heart Chorus: Please don't break my heart 'Cause I can't see you without me, I need you girl Please don't break my
please, don't break my heart Chorus: Please don't break my heart 'Cause I can't see you without me, I need you girl Please don't break my heart 'Cause
'm stacked and ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my
am latifah, the queen of course Don't try to get yours off, because the cause is lost Mark conducts the beat, I watch it hit them Won't you chill? I don't
pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your
need it, to hear it Evil tries to weaken my spirit, it's chronic herb This hurt come from the honest word I now try hardest to serve my maker What I
pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you'd just be one more person crying So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your
the back of my Jeep butt-naked Slide her monkey ass down the hill So if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sake To my man Music please The
know my windows belt keeps my jeans from sagging It seems I'm raggin, But feinds been naggin' for my next release I apply all my expertise to make them
what I fought The past is gone, my path is charted My grasp is strong, I'm just getting started My aim is steady and my view is clear My name became heavy
I'm stacked and ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach, Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my
the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East, my brother, to the East! [Professor X]
'll need it, to hear it Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb This hurt come from the honest word I now try hardest to serve my maker, what
am Latifah, the Queen of course Don't try to get yours off, because the cause is lost Mark conducts the beat, I watch it hit them Won't you chill? I don't
