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Song Streets of London - Cilla Black. Have you seen the old man . in the closed down market. Kicking up the paper, . with his worn out shoes. In his eyes you see no pride . hand held loosely at his
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I'm still real ghetto and I still kick your black behind Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing. Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door. I was trying to be nice for your own
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I'm still real ghetto and I still kick your black behind Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing. Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door. I was trying to be nice for your own
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you that I'm nice with the. Blah, blah, blah (Canibus). Lyrically I'm I'm supposed to represent Black Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis. Still with the Punisher, that's my accomplice
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Black Thought. My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played. Simple familiar ways, like how she kneeled and prayed. Willin, master forgive us, our trust pastors had us real afraid
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London's burning. London's burning All across the town, all across the night. Everybody's driving with full headlights. Black or white, you turn it on, you face the new religion. Everybody's
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London's burning. London's burning All across the town, all across the night. Everybody's driving with full headlights. Black or white, you turn it on, you face the new religion. Everybody's
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Bài hát Black Dress - CLC. Black black. Yeah Can you see me now, huh?. Black dress. Black. Majchwobwa oneul-eun nado naleul molla. Eojjeomyeon michyeodo joh-a. Oh deo isang bun-wigie kkeullyeogagi
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the whip, jump out dressed to kill. Hop the charter flight down to Brazil. Ran right into will, "What up, Black?". (What's the deal?) A cape with a cain, you what's in a name. I got a little bit of
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Bài hát London's Burning - VA. London's burning. London's burning. All across the town, all across the night. Everybody's driving with full headlights. Black or white, you turn it on, you face
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never thought I'd be living in the USA. Living the dream like a London Queen. Now I live in Hollywood. I can't stop even though I know I should. It feels so good, oh yeah, oh oh. When I'm driving on the
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She had on these high heels. And her hair was like a black sea. She disappeared before we had a chance to meet. . Oh yeah, I see her somewhere in London. Girl, please come back to me. Oh yeah
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hot body girlfriend. I've got a wallet full of cash. You can bury my body. I'm just North London trash, trash I've got a flaming road to karma and I'll do it alone. I grew up with the TV in a broken
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Morrocan. Black Thought on capitals like the sovereign. Girls get your eyes back up out the sockets. Focus, flawless, New York to Europe. To lands where my feet ain't even touch the soil yet. What a
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praying in the dead of night. . Here comes the black queen, poking in the pile. Fie-for the black queen, marching single file. Take this, take that, bring them down to size. . Put them in the cellar
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under a very black sky. Disappointment is cruel, but hope can be crueler. I have felt them both until I thought I could die. Now all my tears are dry under a very black sky Under a black sky
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