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Tradução: El Juego de Verano. Esto es como vivimos.
This is how we live This is how we live Ripped jeans and all This is how we live This is how we live Ripped jeans and all This is what we live This is
liars, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires We riders we ciders, we live in The Carter Wayne is a flame that could live in the water Ok now let's get it
liar, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires We riders we ciders, we live in The Carter Wayne is a flame that could live in the water Ok now let's get it
ye rosebuds while ye may) (Old Time is still a-flying;) (And this same flower that smiles today) (Tomorrow will be dying") We can learn From the
my daughter, my mom is my mom nancy is my wife cause she is the bomb (hey don't forget about me in this roll call) joe is my brother who is standing
: [Jay-Z] uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah How real is this, how real is this Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check [Verse One:] I'm
so that we can live nice [Chorus:] And get just a likkle supm supm We need a little food and a lots of lovin' We need a little roof and some pots and
summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is
and Asafa me know dem ago tek it We island small but we people energetic We fit and we strong and we very athletic Over the years nuff medal we collect
most high sit in a ghost fly Chillin with 2 of my brothers we both live on deck Grabbing em on set This is how we roll independants she a go I'm gon
homies This shit is real to me L.A. is where I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Yo, this is goin'
memories Clearly to be home We've moved fast We need love A part we offer is our only freedom What happened to this song we once knew so well
No ceilings.. o o ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti Im strong in this bugatti 2 v8?s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti Bitch I?m
don't matter who's wrong; we'll set it off. Wanna lose yo' life (yo' life)? Step up, we'll blow yo' head off. 'Cause we got the weapons for anything that
I love a pretty bitch But the Porsche look gorgeous Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps We bring them whips out We