Tercüme: Super 8 Bit Brothers. Intro.
: 8-Bit, this is There-E-Mang, I command you to bust some gangster rap, biatch. Go, right now.
Intro: Gotta watch out for them critters I get the party live Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4) Verse 1: I was born in Chicago raised
Intro: [Outside a dance club. The "Tootsee Roll" beat is boomin' inside.] MAN: What's up, baby? They done had that last call for alcohol and everything
"Wonder why" [x3] [Intro - Wale talking] Back on my hip hop shit ladies and gentlemen. Yeah [Verse 1 - Wale] Don't wonder why my hours long and I never
danky Just a lil bit of hanky panky Pimp c The dick aint free You ridin with da best If you fuckin wit me [Chorus x3] Oooh, oh [x8] Boy you make me
] C?mon, c?mon, c?mon C?mon, c?mon, c?mon (talk to em?!) Look she stay back My baby grown on Little bit of cologne Little bit of patron That?s
8 feeled with inspiration-16 seperated-17 I graduated 21 I finally made it-hope flows-life driffs-money wastes-blood drips Learn a little bit, earn a
seein bitches in the mirrors behind me But when I turn around, they hard to find See a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed Make a bitch wanna
[Intro:] Takin it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How High?.... The Ultimate High.... [Verse One: Method Man] Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon (talk to em'!) Look she stay back My baby grown on Little bit of cologne Little bit of patron That's how I got
[Verse 2: Young Dro] DRO!!!,My trunk goin' break da damn law im ridin' threw da 'hood wit 8's a damn raw dem 27's rims wit 8's dey down low dey
(feat. Candy Hill) [Tupac:] (What's Ya Phone Numba?) Now I Can Make Music For Ya Tempo It's Just A Mental Written For The Nymphos That's A Intro Shook
(Vacca) Fumo spleet Swaccow stanco sorseggio un'alcoolico e fatto come un cane di sta pianta sono cronico non metto intro e roba troppo vecchia di chiuso
Intro: Gotta watch out for them critters I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4) Verse 1: I was born in Chicago raised on
Intro: Eminem] Good evening! This is your fuckin' captain speaking! We will soon be reaching an altitude of... 4 million and a half feet That's 8 million
s not a stab at Michael That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good
[Intro] What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough. If you wish to be saved, not in a religious sense but not to constitute
