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Song Fly Away - TheFatRat, Anjulie. Come and fly away with me,. Come and fly away with me-e-e-e-e,. Come and fly away with me,. Co-co-come and fly away with me-e-e-e-e-e-e,. Come and fly away with me
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Well, the south side of Chicago. Is the baddest part of town. And if you go down there you better just beware. Of a man named Leroy Brown Now Leroy more than trouble. You see he stand 'bout six
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Dans la ville interdite, un soir que j'йtais perdue. C'est la faute au hasard si je l'ai rencontrй. Ce garзon nommй Leroy Brown. Ll se disait artiste, il йtait beau, il йtait grand. Avec une
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{"Testify!"} Styles P. Time I testify, listen. Why Malcolm get killed by the N. O. I. ?. I'm yellow but I'm dark for real. And why nobody flip when Martin was killed?. Why Mandela did all them
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Styles P. Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~!. Yeah. Rashad (Styles P). Heyyyy-yayyyyy. You're the one (yeah). You're the one, yeahhhh (that's what it feels like). You're my favorite
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TRI MARTOLOD . ( NOLWENN LEROY ) . Tri martolod yaouank (tra la la, la la la la) . Tri martolod yaouank o voned da veajiñ . Tri martolod yaouank (tra la la, la la la la) . Tri martolod yaouank o
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Now the south side of Chicago is (it's) the baddest part of town. And if you (you're gonna) go down there, you better (just) beware. Of a man (cat) named Leroy Brown. Now Leroy (Brown) he's
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Now the south side of Chicago is (it's) the baddest part of town. And if you (you're gonna) go down there, you better (just) beware. Of a man (cat) named Leroy Brown. Now Leroy (Brown) he's
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Styles P Talking. "Yo I rock the * out. I don't know bout everyone else". . Verse 1 - Styles P. . Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker. Get this straight and fix your face. I aint
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Styles P + (Gerald Levert). (From the heart). This * is crazy Storch. (From the soul). Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh). I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart). Y'know I'm so much in the
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Styles, Dougal, Gammer
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. I'm gonna *** 'er by her phony ponytail. I'm gonna sling her 'round and round. When she wakes up she'll know she met up. With the mad Mrs. Leroy Brown Well, the smoke's so doggone thick you could
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Havoc Yeah! Watup, son?. Styles Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk * over this one. Havoc Told you I got you my nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz. know why you
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Styles P. Ghost. Vinny Idol nigga. YEAH~! Flipsyde Flipsyde (Styles P). And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn. ). Burn one down (this song. the *. ). And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN
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baby. Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby. And all you gotta do is chill a while. And then the hammer said "cool" 'cause you know that I feel you Styles I got a story to
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Verse 1. Let's sing a song, full of hope, full of pain. Why don't you sing along my friend, for it's our last refrain?. Forever young, ever strong, ever brave. Memories like this never end, no, they d
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Styles P & Akon talking. What up John (testing one, two, three). What up Kon (hey convict music). Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P. Fresh white tee, fresh car walls, summertime
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answering machine beeps Styles P. Street life my niggaz. *'s a motherfucker you know?. I try to tell these shorties somethin. They look at me like, "What the *?. Nigga you worse than me
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nothing 'bout a rider like me. Rider like me Styles P. Listen ma, I'm far from a pimp. But we can do the thang cause the car got tints. My love's like a jungle, hop around like some chimps. Or we can
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f/ M. O. P. Styles. My style's louder than a stereo. Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers. then show up at the burials. I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and
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Bài hát Wait On You - L. M. Styles. I will never leave you. In the pouring rain. And no matter what we go through. Love will still remain. So do what you want baby. You and me in the sun. (woo ooh
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Turn it up, turn it up Swizz Beats the monster. Fix ya, face, Ruff Ryders, let's do it. D-Block, EVE, Styles P and Sheek, wasup, wassup. Let's do it Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga, I came to
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right on Broadway. Then she go and get a doobie wrapped. Lookin' at the God, like we all a little. One pop for the pasta, one pop for the coke. Holiday Styles, dick one shot for the door And it's
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!. You dealin with the set, YO! so y'all throw it up! Verse 2. It don't matter who you are, or what you say. aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles. and I'll probably die young, shot in the war. but
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My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah. Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records. Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand. Let 'em try, let 'em try now My life is all I have. My rhymes, my
