I never denied myself as bein dope When a nigga slept on my jam Nigga caught the notes Hey sugar plum, hi, can you assume Bitch that the volume never
half of me with it I had imagined this Hurting in a different way Hurting in a different way I still have the hi-fi Quiet at all volumes As my
cara meglio se vieni qui di fianco a me e la fai alza il volume dell'Hi- fi! che c'e mister entics ..volume 2 2 le rime mie... meglio delle tue tue chiudo
some flavor So the mix'll be right for you to savor There's only one way to move the crowd: Bass level up high, volume level up loud To do youre best,
a hi-fi phono, boy did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all blues, rock, rhythm, and jazz But when the sun went down, the volume went
keep sayin G.O.O.D music the greatest latest stuntin out the middle of nowhere like Vegas From the chi the city of hella haters where we keep rising to the top like elevators Hi
Its time to throw down here we go Don't touch that volume button We don't care if the SWAT team comes knockin' Hey ho, hi my name is Jonas Oh no, our
: Well no one told me about her, the way she lied Well no one told me about her, how many people cried But it's too late to say you're sorry How would
: No more auction block for me No more, no more No more auction block for me Many thousands gone No more driver's lash for me No more, no more No more
: You said you love me (is that a matter of fact) I guess I fell for it, Almost belived in it, I let my heart rule my head You really got to me, Your
flavor So the mix'll be right for you to savor There's only one way to move the crowd: Bass level up high, volume level up loud To do youre best, you
No more auction block for me No more, no more No more auction block for me Many thousands gone No more driver's lash for me No more, no more No more
Toi tu n'aimes que le classique et tu meprises ma musique Tu dis que toutes mes chansons ont un petit cote bidon. Tu dis que c'est bien trop facile
Well no one told me about her, the way she lied Well no one told me about her, how many people cried But it's too late to say you're sorry How would
(feat. DC Lee, Ronny Jordan) [Guru] Yo I'm tired of chumps tryin to waste my time I ain't got no time to play Gotta make moves [Chorus: DC Lee] Never
Dicono che c'e un tempo per seminare e uno che hai voglia ad aspettare un tempo sognato che viene di notte e un altro di giorno teso come un lino