Word up son, word
yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)
for real niggas who ain't got no feelins
(keep your eyes open)
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got
rnb_maumyha to mnogo dobre tva za plaja...ama e tolkova goreshto,che ne az doakto stigna do plaja i veche sym trup...vchera hodih...to nqma takava jega...inache tez,koito nqmat morence-da vie gadno hqhqhqhhqhq:)))))) (devil)