Tradução: Varilla de Michael. My Prerogative.
Tradução: Varilla de Michael. Caballero de brillante armadura.
Tradução: Stewart, Rod. It Had To Be You (feat. Michael Brecker.
got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) Here we go! [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Chirp on the check like Michael Jeffrey Even the referee said
got 'em hot in this bitch! (So throw the water on 'em!) HERE WE GO! [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Chirp on the check like Michael Jeffrey Even the referee said
back blown out (No more daddy's little girl) You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] From whom the Gods destroy they first make mad casting shadows on
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] In your time of dying don't call my name so you see me as evil it
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Shackled in darkness - the forbidden portrait confined to it's frame
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] [Instrumental]
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Don't give me reasons why you spread your disease like aplague
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] A tearless stare encased by fear like a thread my heart is torn
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Beckoning me through aeons of time - captured by you in dismay I
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] A chill grows near you're faced with fear a darkened day you'll
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Unlock the doors of silence scanning eyes turn into stone pours
: [Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnela, Thomas Miller, Jason Rullo and Rod Tyler] Seasons changing now - summer's come and I'll be on my own just
: Golden rod and the 4-H stone The things I brought you When I found out you had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephone And he drove
when its cold outside the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt the paint just drip on the street michael