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Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick

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Fordítás: Ian Dury and the Blockheads. Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick.

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make it now We some of the greatest bumpin' through your trunks And your radio, radio And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again I can

about the thunder underneath the skin? The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds With right timin', bite with vampire rhymes Hmm, eye spy, with my

cut class in the infinite pursuit of ass Back in eighty-seven, easy with the chics I was a chocolate boy Raised in the cellar with the rhythm like Ella

I probably do Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you listening Littering written, it's in slippers, get the rebel in him Sticking it with sinners, sizzlin' rhythm, verbally hit

to the dirt, shit First picks and use 'n autos to work with slugs to the shirt, shit (Just to squirt shit) A wicked hit with an expert kick and burst