Пераклад: Браты четыре. Where Have All The Flowers Gone.
Where have all the flowers gone, Long time passing, Where have all the flowers gone, Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone, Young girls picked
a kid's trombone Right to where you **** lay Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away Y'all shed tears but y'all can get your feel of it
And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [BROther ?uestion] It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow To bust a fat
maybe I can do all of those crazy things with you Cus you ain't gotta be no superstar honey All I wanna find out is exactly who you are Money ain't gone
to buck Now all these niggaz in my rhyme are my people No one can save them not even a steeple could make the equal You're all my sisters, my brothers
hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off recognise its the big faces that count, better yet better stay flexed check the paper stay stressed and get all
they stink box wet So let me tell ya somethin' lady When ya flow this flow then it's all cream and baby I made this one for the brothers in the party
and you don't stop (Big up to all the people) Big up, big up Big Jeff hold tight, ha hah, ha hah On and on y'all Time to get gone Word is bond
, doing the best he can Oh happy man Keep on walking where the angels showed All will be one, all will be one Traveling where the saints have trod Over
compete against This new york vibe that gets your whole body tense Calm down, listen to a brother who knows Cause the rappers out here come up with mad different types of flows
me (I do it) Trae I'm the hood if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm at) In the back of a Chevy that's all black (All black) Racks on racks, I don
s just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick
At the same time keeping my flows different from yo Low key with the gold teeth have a OC on my person Looking at y'all niggas like y'all owe me For
buck Now all these niggaz in my rhyme are my people No one can save them not even a steeple could make the equal You're all my sisters, my brothers But