Tradução: Viejo Niño. Que realmente no importan.
Or the rocky road, it really don't matter which one I was in hurry but that don't matter now 'Cause I have to get off that road of tears somehow. There's
And I don?t know if y?all know Well, maybe y?all do Or maybe y?all don?t But I don?t really care It?s how we on it all the time So I?ma get my money
the wrong But lips and psyche mind be silent Fortunato approaches [Fortunato:] Don't take me to task for loving a cask The cask of Amontillado Please don't
better off a quitter I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the plan He throws the
in the world, puberty's later, so I don't think about girls, Mom and Dad will do whatever I say, they think it's really cute to see their son play, responsibility
grown ass man I put some shit in your head to fill your stomach to head You don't believe me well it's taken me from here to Japan That's why I'm laughing
One, two, we don't stop Come on, come on, we won't stop We won't stop, you don't stop You already know that I am the man And I'm always right and never
girl, and you've come too far 'Cuz you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old man's money You can rely on the old man's money It's a bitch
you man There's crazy booin, crazy I'm like it don't matter How does it feel? Bink bitch How does it feel? It probably feels wack Ladies and gentlemen
fuck that, matter of fact You tainted our style bitch boy we want our shit back Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough And all them skills don't
girl, and youve come to far 'cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money You can rely on the old mans money It's a bitch
It's like, as I approach the two three hearts death's in the blow Still one sixteenth of a gram is critical when it enters, so It's the classic underground
! I don't even know how to hold it!" It was a thirty-eight, the poor man's machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected,
it's there. Like the wind seen from the window, Seeing it but not being touched by it. * Words sometimes don't seem to mean much; Of anyone we've used
But he's at home and the way he's being raised I don't really condone Naw, 'cause his pops been gone Fuck it, Ill explain it to him later when he's grown Old
Man Stop that dog! Dorothy Oh, come back, come back, don't go without me! Please, come back! Wizard I can't come back! I don't know how it works! Goodbye