Превод: Петер. Знаеш, че плача.
Превод: Петер. Моето шесто чувство.
Превод: Петер. Взети само.
Превод: Петер. S.Ö.der.
Превод: Петер. Логически.
Превод: Рали. Gta Петер.
You hung around the rest Bowed to their every request Did what they saw best And now you hang around him Who are you kidding, you stupid boy To him
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If I could be anything in the world that flew I would be a bat and come swooping after you And if the last time you were here things were a bit askew
Intro: Styles Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What nigga All: L-O-X, chest to chest, back to back glock for glock, Mac for Mac Dope and crack
Chorus: L O X chest to chest back to back Glock for glock mac for mac Dope and crack is what we sling do things you talk about Player fuck around and
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk,
For whom the bells toll When sentenced to die The stuttering rifles Will stifle the cry The monstrous anger The fear's rapid rattle A desert inferno Kids
Like a weasel in the clover You tilt, toss, pop, turn over Sit down Tremble, weave like a moth By flame deceived Sit down Like a weasel in the clover
There were women holding rosaries On the day Manolete died Teenage girls in soft white dresses Standing silent peace respecting Groups of boys held in
There was light and atomic fission Swelling wind, rising ash, tide of black rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly
Imitate that soured old song There is no individuality Only guises Shades of nonconformity There is no individuality Selling vantage points Low rate