Texty:
The Bird And The Bee Birthday

Who knows your birthday? Who knows your number? Who knows your color? Who knows your hands? Who knows the sum The sum of all your parts? Who knows your

Preklad: Bird a včelí. Narodeniny.

not this is where the buck stops Still can't eat and y'all still can't sleep I elect myself as presidential emcee Wu-Tang killa bee, the bee high facility

and thought I seen pop Lazer beam glock Whats a bird to a brother with a flock, wha? They got some nerve To even try and shit a turd On John J, flap

get that cut on your face"? That's when the DJ shouted out, "Shyheim's in the place" I was high off the notion and case It must have been her birthday