: (Booker T. Jones) (Instrumental)
: (Instrumental)
(Booker T. Jones) (Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
Tradução: The Clash. El tiempo vuela.
: (The Clash/Dread) *Left Channel* Make sure! Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere
the morning Robin always woke up early in the kitchen, she'd make the coffee, pack is lunch and then she'd kiss him And he would hold her tight, when
Where is your originality? You are so fake so picture me like a gallery. Capture What I say. All I need is one mic. All I need is one take. Like hey,
white thang Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling Riding through the city just me and my friend Friday night special, professional tight aim A gangsta is
my life My heart is what you took You got the look First time I saw you for who you were I was sure you were her Second time I saw you I could see,
Until your body sound clash, head of the class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition
were still in love. In 1979. It was a good, good year. All the decades and the years have passed, Not every family is built to last, No time can take
I hit you on the floor saying my neck and my back Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke Two fifty in jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes Yo, how tight are you? Tighter
more cheese California breezing gets hected in drought season Every time I hit the lab, thinking bout o's With the D-O double D and the Figga you wouldn't know Cause the combination is tighter
is your originality? You are so fake so picture me like a gallery. Capture what I say. All I need is one mic. All I need is one take. Like hey, brighter
had some moments Yo I'll explain listen We wrote fairy tales of how we'll live in castles tight like Hansel and Gretal and grow old and settle in a town that we'll tighten
