the arm, I'm the arm, Bringing grace to all. Hearing, hearing, Small ears, hearing, We don't, miss much, Hearing all the time. We are the body of Christ, We are the body
Fordítás: Gyermekek Lyrics. A Body Song.
, ooh la la Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Lover face, how your ass is pumping Sweet licentious song Lover face, you're a scandal Your body is
switch it like a camilion, and then decided it back and find a g-stro candidate, to swimming it commin' swallow my children, (aaa-ha ha ha) go'head and sing my song
and little thugs that I console to, never leave your house without keepin it up, to the head dad-dy, you don't know what that is, couple a bodies under
of money 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before But we never got our props Till we dropped that said song
mama let's me down, she wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save then
It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach me I been locked up more times than sweet pea See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya sleepy Turn ya children into
and make it go away How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? How long? 'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies
On a field of red one gold star Raised above his head Raised above his head He was not like any other He was just like any other And the song they bled
always around Know that its always around and I know that its always around. The children will sing a song in the streets and sounds like the 23rd song
't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next flight Whatever nigga step in your way, hit his ass with the K And leave his body where his children
your cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song Of
dead from AIDS in '89 At 14 the baby hit the same streets they became her master The children of the enslaved, they grow a little faster They bodies become
like me [Mos Def] This song is dedicated to all those who live and die for the struggle Panthers, children of the Panthers, or all those, who strive for free minds, free souls, free bodies
While my enemies have lunch with my friends [Prevail] Children of the twilight, born in primal fury The hammer on the strings plays a death song wickedly
In God I trust, now talk about the ones on your five Crisp dollar billin, catch me in a little hut in Beneen Village style, feedin the children Big pots
each other Next one makes love to his wife Only wish to take his life For his family's done no wrong Place his children on the lawn Tell the Mrs. leave
