were high When the day was young And the night was long And the moon stood still For the nightbird song If you go away If you go away If you go away
be Sometimes you just take my breath away You watch my love grow like a child Sometimes gentle and sometimes wild Sometimes you just take my breath away
Превод: Майкъл Бол. Вземеш моята душа.
Превод: Майкъл Бол. Away (Your Eyes).
out of your mind yo And who knew dude who loved apple pies from McDonalds Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know And who knew dude would play ball
Come out with your hands on your head Turn the rap music off and step away from the stereo Put the rap album down Leave MC Hammer alone, turn it off Right
I'ma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin' It's gon' say 'The whole rap game passed away' On top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater Slash massive masturbator To Michael
for me to be fake There's too much on my plate, I done came way Too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck
I "Shut 'Em Down" The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop The five-foot assassin' has come to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember
With his dick in his ass Unless there was more But you won't recall Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little kids balls What you consider DRAMA
a GD in a crack house When it come to flows Imma spit em like they cold When it come to niggaz heads Imma split it like a pole Take away they swag and
that'll get ya high (Holla at a pimp) Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off tonight And you really wanna feel alright Cook somethin' serve somethin', like George Girv somethin' Fingaroll Michael
we smokin on a ounce of the ganja that bob marley Me a rock to the reggae music whenever me feel the spliff workin Kill off in any rudeboy if ya take away
't know what to say and the man in the mirror is wasting away no songs to sing, no games to play just a big old hole in my heart my heroes are falling apart now michael
be your fool I wish that I could just walk away People do things a lot harder every day And you know they make it look so easy Chorus: Michael Jordan
of sin and gin on sight, cut the wings off an angel On both sides, I'm suin', huntin', all them suckas, state your last name First, Meyers, Michael,