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D12:His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW
refrain 2x
Nuttea:Que dire ce soir il y a que les Dance Hall Queen
Faut les voir bouger de la plus fat à la plus fine
Vas-y selector fais monter l'adrénaline
Je sens que tu vas commettre le plus musical des crimes
Lord Ko:Na na na na na nagga sur mon bas tu dis koi faut kiffer son fait pas le con bon bon fait pas le mec a dons ne me le fait tu style sale con
Pharrel W.:Ma' whatcha want to do?
I'm in front of you
From the front seat
I can have feelings too
Or me and you put on the stage show
And the mall kids that's how they stay low
Funny how they say 'Wow, it's the same glow'
Look at me I say 'Yea, it's the same dough'
You the same type
You my air, like
You have me sleepin' in the same bed every night
Matt:Hip Hop de rue contre le R&B
kiffe parler de sexe pour faire mouiller les meufs
Dans l'ghetto on dit que le rap c chaud et que c beau
Refrain : Method MAN:
Yo yo,
C'mon,sing with me,(sing),hip hop style
sing it,sing for the years,(c'mon),hip hop style
Sing it with me,just for today,maybe hip hop style (c'mon)
Hip hop style!!!
Lord Ko:Venu de Bogota augmenté le cota
D'kilo de rago sur ces filles Na na na na na nagga sing for the years,(c'mon),hip hop style
ragga tu connais pas
c'est de la bombe baby
Nuttea:J'veux juste que tu puisse me kiffer jusqu'à l'aube
Donc vas'y monte sur mon Seine St-Denis fonk
Matt:Pret pour la 2eme party !!!
Poster par : black d'Ivry
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