Пераклад: S Club 7. Прынясіце яго дадому.
prayer In my need You have always been there He is young He's afraid Let him rest Heaven blessed Bring him home Bring him home Bring him home He's
my prayer In my need You have always been there He is young He's afraid Let him rest Heaven blessed Bring him home Bring him home Bring him home He's
grass hopper I ain't a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more To bring your boy to Singapore My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em Elvis's
New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but Welcome
home Go hard or go home, go hard Go hard or go home, go hard Go hard or go home, go hard Go hard or go home, go hard Go hard or go home, go hard Go
Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby The PHd's can't compete mines is better than yours Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than
I phoned home and I figured out I had to get my dad to cosign a lone so I could consolidate my debts. Which brings me to my million dollar TV. So my
and I swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back Bring Screw back Matter fact bring the
Let's all stroke together Like the Princeton crew When you're strokin' Mama Mama's strokin' you So what's the one conclusion I can bring this number to
HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!) PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM WHEN I GRAB HIM TRIGGERS BLASTIN WITH A PASSION GET
she don't bring patties She can't ride shotgun in the ? Caddy Pull my nigga in, let him count paint Don't cut him off like J did Dane [Hook] Sick Wit
the left pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back bring Screw back, matter of fact bring the whole crew
Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga
back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target
cold I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and, two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know My fire's higher than a liar, we don't burn rubber, we
