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Southside, H-A-W-K What, what, what... [Hook] I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down The type of shit, that make your girl
Ma pitié est en graine gréve comme o djihad je t'avais prev dans la tête Ta meme pa le temp de chahed chika r chika o-h 2 f dans la plac g des part
Ma pitié est en graine gréve comme o djihad je t'avais prev dans la tête Ta meme pa le temp de chahed chika r chika o-h 2 f dans la plac g des part
Oh No! Młody H2K to combo Zobacz typie gdzie to poszło Nie znałeś tego ya done know South Central Warsaw late night bitch no phone Wszystko się kręci
Süßigkeiten, das sind Edibles (ja) Doppel H Gang, keine Aliens (brra) Acht Stunden Arbeit, das sind Packages (Packages) Hänge mit der Clique ab, keine
Budeme klasika jako je M*A*S*H More já vím, že to víš Mě nemůže stopnout mříž, kříž ani nůž (hah) Slib, kterej dáš tak drž Co bylo, to bylo, to smaž
schon immer Fast die gleichen Stimmbänder Wie Shabba Ranks c-H-A und Summer Cem Wir sind da und deine Gang macht den Rubberdub Ich werd trotz bösen Parts
De la H bajando pa' Sugar City Prende un fili, dame un puff como P. Diddy Los que no creyeron, look at me I did it Las pacas pesa' no van al gym y
Weil ich der Shit bin in Europa Bitch, es ist Babo H Ich lad' die Pumpgun nach Baba H bringt den Drive-by-Soundtrack Für alle Frankfurter Ich lad'
Ja, mh, ja J-O-J-E S-H-A-N-K-O, ja Hundert lange Nächte, ja Ey, ja, ah Hundert lange Nächte in der City trappen Und so langsam wird mir klar,
go! 8-18, H O P Bet on me, you gon' see Ain't no thing, bitch, I'm on Bitch, I'm kickin' through the door Yeah, 8-18, H O P Bet on me, Prodigy
Tout ça me tourmente un peu Mais dès 20h30, oui dès 20h30 J'ai pas le cœur, j'n'ai que ma queue J'ai même pas vu Que j'étais nul Que j'étais plus
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z A(a) B(b) C(c) D(d) E(e) F(f) G(g) H(h) I(i) J(j) K(k) L(l) M(m) N(n)
Simon: N The Chipmunks: S-I-M-O-N's for Simon! The London Children's Choir: R Theodore: T The London Children's Choir: We say R-A Theodore: T-H
got every pill except an antibiotic 'S' on my chest got me feeling bionic You can roll a nigga in a paper, I'm chronic H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e
there's no tomorrow As you look into the water below. It's only your reflection And you still ain't got no place to go. H A G Time will show, H A G When, I
step on 'em there's gonna be a fight in h-h-h-h-here So show me y'all, bring me around I'm like the last piece automatic yeah Just take me down I'm just
Copped that coupe, got rid of the roof like Up in H town young girls With them booties like Good head girls have fun with your tip like I'm smoking
Say hip hop (hip hop) Say hip hop (hip hop) A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep L.A. I pray the Lord my soul's a G H, wait if I OD before I wake I
H when you dealing with G's Now she deal with the realest Shopping like it's still December Diplomat on the fender of the phantom I'm the winner I
A-a-a-h-aaah-aaah-aaah Stars! Stars! Look at the stars Tears in my eyes when I think of my scars (Think of my scars) I came from the dark, deep in
is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the Monster (ayy) You get in my
our thing) [Iman T.H.U.G.] Yo, Iman T.H.U.G. something stunnin, rappers get done in I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning All feelings
D E, F, G, H I, J, K, L M, N, O, P Q, R, S, T U, V, W Les trois dernières lettres sont X, Y et Z Avec moi A, B, C, D E, F, G, H I, J, K, L
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