in those lights And I will sing my best for you tonight No, I can't wait 'til tonight Tonight, tonight, tonight I can't wait 'til tonight Tonight, tonight, tonight I can't
, tonight, tonight, tonight tonight i'll get up on that stage and all my problems seem to go away tonight i'll get up in those lights and i will sing my best
Fordítás: Sima fehér T. Sing My Best.
, tonight, tonight tonight i'll get up on that stage and all my problems seem to go away tonight i'll get up in those lights and i will sing my best
this record even if you hate my fuckin' guts 'Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done And my brothers ain't gettin' none A nigga like
what hard white to tame was I was hittin' the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers I was prickin' my
left behind and winter?s in my bones But I won?t stand here crying I won?t stand here crying anymore I?m off the
week You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (Wipe me down) Black shades so you know a nigga rollin? Ain't check me at the door, so ain't
I sing my rhymes I'm never Fake When ya start my beat that's when I break On you and it don't stop And it don't stop and it won't stop Cause I'm Too $
of my life 'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at
this I sing, 1, 2, 3 we the best Knowledge Reigns Supreme, as you can see, or KRS You don't wanna test the team, why get a vest You don't wanna be cursed
sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it I just wanna sing, I-I ain't askin' for much I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll
lookin' to score Pep talks in the locker room, this is why you sing this tune I wouldn't trade you for nothin' And injuries can't make me sit, I ball
my thang! [? ? ] cops more white and hit claims I serves everything from white to mary jane I'm hittin the one times with a fake last thing Just to keep my
When its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen I don't just talk the talk, I walk it That's why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shit My rap style
publishing check, you ain't worth, my style is ugly And dirty, if you ain't close to the thirty you really haven't heard of me But don't worry, hurry
