Tradução: Hombre. El chico trueno y el relámpago.
of lyrical lavishness You say I'm fabulous, they say I'm fabulous But hey, I'm just used to havin' this So remember the name Thunder, 'cause you're gonna
: [Mr. Mixx] Ghetto Style Dee-Jays! Don't touch that stereo! Ghetto Bass [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin'
: Badself! [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Hey pretty lady, what's your name and number? Whenever I see you, my heart's like thunder I'd like to know you better
wise and then I rise here's an ill kid pimpin' cuz he is so slick steps from darkness, his body electric a drone buzzes the air a cracklin' tone then boomin' like thunder
hit the pavement Wineglass in her hand Sally's rearrangement I'll never understand But little did I wonder (little did I try) her little bit of thunder
his bed Here's looking at you kid And the rocky road ahead Heavy rain, lightning too Heavy rain when I'm with you You know the thunder comes like a lion
wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder
my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder
Eminem] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder Cuz I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy
kid Mutumbo Handled by Hannibal Soon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble. [CLEF] Hey yo should I slow down? [PRAZ] Nah kid go faster, Just
run invasions Broadcasting all over your radio stations (Radio station!) - Lauryn Mathematics, lead me to believe there's mysteries in numbers Lightning and thunder
dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made
And Juliet get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not I'm Kid Rock Flat top and all Not Michael Jackson spinnin singing off the wall But making everyone how I thump like thunder
to player, now watch me throw it I feel we owe it to the people on the real side To collide styles because it seems real music died We got pride in the city Detroit Kid
