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Yo, man, man, uhh Bitches ain't * and they ain't saying nothing. A hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothing. I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap. I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
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. Born in the Trap. And everybody little * up, they blame it on Barack. Cause he's just like Gucci Born in the Trap. And everybody little * up, they blame it on Barack. Cause he's just like Jeezy
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Bài hát Hark! The Herald Angels Sing/Gloria (In Excelsis Deo) (Album Version) - Mariah Carey. Hark! The herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King. Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners
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taken. New and faraway places. And the music I was shaken It was a whole new race. When I woke on that first day. There was nothing I could say. I was in the hands of angels Johnny and the governor
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So high above the world tonight. The angels watch us sleeping. And underneath a bridge of stars. We dream in safety's keeping. But perhaps the dream. Is dreaming us. Soaring with the seagulls
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that I adore. . You smile and the angels sing. And though it's just a gentle murmur at the start. We kiss and the angels sing. And leave their music ringing in my heart. . Suddenly, the setting is
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sand where your foot steps. Or you can dream of the angels in the air-. Don't you see me?. I float in skies, in your eyes, in your eyes. You want to dance with the angels?. Then embroider me with
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. . Caught in a trap. . Sometimes you got to know where to run for cover. Sometimes your better out till the heat is over. . Ah you get (chorus). . Caught in a trap. . Don't know how it happened but
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Walking all alone in the Southern rain. By graveyards and battlefields that blood still stains. Back to a time when the angels came. Walking all alone in the Southern rain. In the forests and the
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proclaim. "Christ is born in Bethlehem" Hark, the herald angels sing. "Glory to the newborn King" Christ by highest heav'n adored. Christ the everlasting Lord. Late in time behold Him come. Offspring of
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City of the angels. City of the angels Walkin' and talkin' and laughin' about. Dreamin' the things that you won't will work out. People in places where you want to be. I'm lost in the city, who's
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supposed to be. When the angels sing There's gotta be a heaven. 'Cause I've already done my time in hell. And a little baby's born, when it all comes down. Hear the angels sing Stand up strong, feel the
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supposed to be. When the angels sing There's gotta be a heaven. 'Cause I've already done my time in hell. And a little baby's born, when it all comes down. Hear the angels sing Stand up strong, feel the
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Bài hát Hark! The Herald Angels Sing (Interlude) - Mariah Carey. Hark! The herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King
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friends all scattered like wintswept leaves. there was noone there to fullfil her needs. in the fountain of youth she dove too deep. She dove to the bottom where the angels sleep The cold in her heart
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. The questions that he copied from his heart. Who am I in this lonely world?. Where will I make my bed tonight?. When twilight turns to dark Questions for the angels. Who believes in angels? Fools do
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Party girls between the sheets. She can't show that much to me. I'd rather drink until I see. Angels tonight I had a girl I thought was mine. I wised up and just in time. Such wisdom makes these
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angels You know something came to me in a dream. The crack of a gun and a bloody scream. Then I could see the faces and why. I was holding the gun? And the world began to die Fall-fallen angels
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host proclaim. Christ is born in Bethlehem Hark! The herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King Mild He lays His glory by. Born that man no more may die. Born to raise the sons of earth. Born to
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proclaim. Christ is born in Bethlehem Hark the Herald angels sing. Glory to the new born King Hail the Heaven born Prince of peace. Hail the Son of righteousness. Light and life to all He brings. Risen
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fade away Too late, standing on the trap door. Too late, standing on the trap door. Too late, standing on the trap door. Too late, standing on the trap door Big head leads to confusion. Strong heart
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. You're hand in hand beneath the trees,. And soon there's music in the breeze. You're actin' kind of smug. Until your heart just goes WHAP!. Those trees, that breeze -. They're part of the tender trap
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. Joyful all ye nations rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic host proclaim. "Christ is born in Bethlehem". Hark the herald angels sing. "Glory to the new born King". Christ, by highest heaven
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rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic host proclaim. "Christ is born in Bethlehem". Hark the herald angels sing. "Glory to the new born King". Christ, by highest heaven adored;. Christ the
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Angels from the realms of glory. Wing your flight through all the earth. Ye who sang creation's story. Now proclaim Messiah's birth Gloria. In Excelsis Deo. Gloria. In Excelsis Deo Shepherds
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Bài hát Angels we have heard on high - Billy Gilman. Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o’er the plains. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains. CHORUS. Gloria, in
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angels on the road to ruin. Let me tell you what we been doing. Neon angels on the road to ruin Highways hard in this modern world. Battered boys and shattered girls. Leather bombers that rule the
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. You're hand in hand beneath the trees,. And soon there's music in the breeze. You're actin' kind of smug. Until your heart just goes WHAP!. Those trees, that breeze -. They're part of the tender trap
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proclaim. "Christ is born in Bethlehem". Hark! The herald angels sing. "Glory to the newborn King". ♪. Hail the Heavenly Prince of peace. Hail the Son of righteousness. Light and life to all He brings. Risen
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. When He draws their hearts together. And they learn to love again. All their sins will be forgiven. In the twinkle of an eye. All the saints rejoice in heaven. When the fallen angels fly God will
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Bài hát Trap Luv - Fetty Wap. Zoovier, 1738. I wake up in the morning, all I think is flip. Count a couple hundreds, flip a couple bricks. Time to hit the plug now, need another flip. Counting all
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;. With th' angelic host proclaim,. "Christ is born in Bethlehem. ". Hark! the herald angels sing,. "Glory to the newborn King!" Matt Hail! the heav'n-born Prince of peace!. Hail! the Son of
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You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!). Yeah, bigger than life Cookin' up. Big money poppin' boy. Cookin' up. Cookin' up They talking bout me in the trap house. They asking bout me in the
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You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!). Yeah, bigger than life Cookin' up. Big money poppin' boy. Cookin' up. Cookin' up They talking bout me in the trap house. They asking bout me in the
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You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!). Yeah, bigger than life Cookin' up. Big money poppin' boy. Cookin' up. Cookin' up They talking bout me in the trap house. They asking bout me in the
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Angels, angels. They didn't want to be but suddenly they're free. Angels, angels. I hear them in the trees and I wish that one was me I watch clouds roll overhead. No, it's me that moves instead
