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Preklad: Spice Girls. Nechodím Breaking My Heart.
nigga I'm tryna buy it I need percentages I don't care who the hottest Lil' nigga I think BIG like Christopher Wallace And I (and I) won't stop till my
the lungs I can see you havin' my sons Screamin' your name on my next tape deck In the city, no hear my pretty go Quick to break a 54, put you on my
wha, what did he just call me dun? Yo, I don't know man Yo, I, I don't know what he just called you man Well, yo, go get the books, go get the Bible Yo
ain't be home until midnight. Freddie? Fred? Hey, you know, I don't like you to feel like I'm nagging or anything. But don't you think it's about time
the lungs I can see you havin' my sons, screamin' your name On my next tape deck in the city, no hear my pretty go Quick to break a 54, put you on my
ducking them laws A couple niggaz on parole, hustling by the sto' I'm telling that ain't the way to go, play your role But you don't hear me though,
see you havin' my sons, screamin' your name on my next tape deck In the city, no hear my pretty go Quick to break a 54, put you on my video Young and
groove And I don't give a fuck if you don't move Cause either way I still get mine Combine and design dope lines of all kind My competition stands stiff
, what did he just call me, dun?] Yo, I don't know, man. Yo, I, I don't know what he just called you, man. [Well, yo, go get the books. Go get the Bible
