Lletres:
Five Port

protect, razor bumps behind your neck Automatics from seven chambers eighty-two bullets When you pull it, the little twenty five sound like Ganas Machine

a tale, A tale of a fateful trip That started from this tropic port Aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailing man, The skipper brave and sure. Five

moi de l'oxygene, , , Give me Give me some oxygen Give me some oxygen Dans une cour d'ecole Un enfant qui joue Avec un ballon vert Porte tout a coup

thunderin' blow [Jandek] Blew me back from the sky [Jandek] Broke my neck until four [Jandek] Took a vacation, whoa [Jandek] Sail away from the port

of that I get allot of that, I get allot of that I get allot of that 'cause I get allot of that They say young fell off, yeah the boy done lost it Been porting

hawk Fake guards telling you pork Settle for shorts Running from court New ports, criminal thoughts On the blocks bodies acourt Nobody supports [Rakim] It's a ghetto nigga thorough niggas that get cake Five

Guggenheim and party will find his customary suite on "A" deck! ALICE BEANE Made his money by smelting gold Spends it like water Forty-five hundred

fantastic 8 megabyte computer. Start by checking all the connections and now turn on the power. While holding the bold key activating the ram expansion port

Looks Like Rain (J. Lyon) She caught the five-fifteen to Reno Said she'd phone me in a week I had a ten-spot in my pocket And her lipstick on my cheek