C'era un ragazzo che come me amava i Beatles e i Rolling Stones girava il mondo, veniva da gli Stati Uniti d'America. Non era bello ma accanto a se
estive a volte un temporale non ci faceva uscire un uomo di una certa eta, mi offriva spesso sigarette turche, ma Spero che ritorni presto l'Era
(spoken) Dear Justin... I miss you. I can't believe we're spread apart. I hope this letter gets to you, from the bottom of my heart. I love you. I
C'mon It's more 2 a song, jewelry and clothes More to a nigga'z life than, money and hoes The game is a lot bigger than you, think you know And if you
was a mother fuckin piece of shit Your daddy was a rich man, your daddy's fuckin' dead [x2] Your daddy was a rich man Daddy was a rich man [x2] Daddy
I don't wanna hear how wonderful he is I don't care if he is special, I don't want to know that shit I don't care how much he loves you Or how much he
I exit through the spotlight glare I stepped out into thin air Into a perfume so rarefied Here comes the bride Not quite aside, they snide, she's number
It always put me on the edge, To think of all the spoilt lives Today I'm one step further Not sure if I've survived myself Reality is sometimes stranger
I stand accused of talking But I feel that we are falling In the same old groove The radio is playing Spitting out the same old news It's time to
A clown with his pants falling down Or the dance that?s a dream of romance Or the scene where the villain is mean That?s entertainment! The lights on
I stand accused of talking But I feel like we are falling In the same old groove The radio is playing Spitting out the same old news It's time to get
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
dios de la guerra, Siempre terco enbuelto, en palitelco Decian que era a fuego, otros que era un puerco, Y esto fue una discusion Y como el era potron
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga ya, listen Rumor has it 'The Blueprint Classic' Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden So September 11th marks the era
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
[2Pac] Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a
couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception maced your interference souped your upperbody section I travel like a 2 2